I remember a little incident that happened to me. I think it was either the 6th or 7th grade. I was taking an art class and the teacher provided us objects to look at and try to draw that particular object. My object was a small vase and I was drawing and trying to do good, when I accidentally knocked the vase to the ground and it broke of course.
That alone scared me but the teacher yelled at me and scolded me in front of everyone. My feelings were so hurt, plus I was scared to death. She told me that she was notifying my parents and that vase would have to be replaced or paid for. I really didn't understand what a vase like that would cost. Things were hard back then and I didn't know if it was an expensive vase or what. I was dreading going home that day.
But I had wonderful parents and when I told them my side of the story, they were very upset with the teacher. My mother called her and sorta gave her a piece of her mind for treating me like a criminal.
The moral of the story is "THAT'S WHY I'M NOT AN ARTIST TODAY! LOL! Just think, I could have been a famous artist!
I draw now and then, once in awhile I write short stories.
Been wrestling with four different stories, all of them vying for my attention like unruly children.
Had a kid try to stab me with a pencil in fifth or sixth grade.
Instead I received the empire number 2 point in my forearm.
Well, when I asked to go to the nurse the teacher asked if it was important.
So I showed her my arm with the tip of the pencil sticking out of it.
She ended up near laying on the floor looking green, so I took that as a yes.
I still have bits of that pencil point in my arm.