One of my favourite courses for semester one was art. I had so much fun in art talking to my friends and cracking jokes. My friends and I were so fucking loud because we laughed like dying pigs. Our art teacher, was one of the biggest downsides. He was my satan. Good god, just thinking of him makes me mad.
He was really smart and super creative. He got a PHD in theoretical physics and made it a point for us to call him Doctor. At first, he was really nice and didn't seem like a bad teacher. He didn't yell at us and gave us a lot of freedom. Shit started going downhill near the start of November. This was the same time where I became super good friends with Hannah and Sarah and some other people too. Like I mentioned before, we were super loud and annoying so he automatically, he targeted us. But specifically me.
There are so many incidents that add up to our hatred of him, but one specific thing about him was how passive aggressive he was. He would comment about our artwork and passively say how shit it was. Which was not far from the truth. He would always call us out and basically try to embarrass us in front of the class. Now for a specific moment, there was one time when we were learning about analyzing art work. A part of it was learning about ways to describe artwork and the themes. He began showing us slides and there was one specific slide that he asked us to take notes on. It was a chart of descriptors and themes. I took out my ruler and was drawing a t-chart, separating the two topics, when he comes up to me and asked "why do you have your ruler out" in a really passive way while giving me a dirty look. So I replied to him explaining that i was drawing the t-chart he told us to draw and he just walked away. It may sound like something very little, but my friends and I were like the fuck. This just proves that he targeted me. Another thing was that nearly everyone in our class swore and swore loudly. So I thought that I could swear to, but the one time I swear, he confronts me and again passively says "you know I heard that right". I shook my head, confused and asked "Ok? What did I say?" He tells me that I swore and that it's not appropriate for school. I was just like bitch, the fuck, who does he think I am. He thinks that I give a shit about swearing in school, like he's going to crucify me for swearing.
This problem is not specific to my art teacher, but this is the only incident where it happened. In the last chapter, I mentioned my friend Sarah crying. When he stepped in to try to resolve the situation, he automatically decided to take Sarah's side because she was crying. He refused to listen to Hannah's and I's side of the story because we weren't crying so we didn't look like the victims. He framed us as the bad guys and created a situation in his head to help his narrative painting us as evil high schoolers that are ruthless. Now, my friends and I don't ever need to deal with his bullshit and I just avoid him at all costs.
