Art at secondary school.

One day I drew an open day poster for the school with the headmaster heading up a Nuremberg style Nazi rally. My art teacher realised I was doing something under the stupid etching I was doing and saw it and laughed and was like 'yeah, very funny, maybe do your actual work though'. That was after I'd been kicked out of the 'proper' art department because I didn't do any work for 3 months, because the art teacher was such a dick I didn't want to ask him what I was meant to be doing because I didnt want to be shouted at. Eventually he found I was drawing a picture of a boat and he shouted at me anyway and said I had to go to the other art class and I'd never get an A. So I told him to go and have sex with himself. He didn't do that to my knowledge but he did frogmarch me to the 'other' art department.

*cough* first class honours *cough* what?



- Posted from the roving mike of destiny.