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artist-confessions:

My grade 4 teacher took my desk away because I would draw on it. I was to sit on the floor for months as my punishment. (Deserved or not, to an 8 year old this was really embarrassing.)

My grade 7 teacher went into my desk to go through my folder of (admittedly angsty) art without my permission, then went to my mother. Because of her I was forced to see the school psychiatrist regularly.

My grade 8 teacher told me art could never be a career and that I would end up without any worth, working somewhere trashy for my whole life.

My grade 9 teacher ripped up my entire art folder because I was drawing in class, after bawling in front of everyone she then chased me into the washroom to lecture me while I hid to cry in a stall.

My grade 10 teacher didn’t believe I had painted something by myself, she told me it was plagiarism and gave me zero. When it was in fact 100% mine.

This is just few of many.

Thirteen years have passed and I am ashamed to admit that any of this still affects me. These instances for which I am sure are insignificant to any of you shook my confidence, sucked the passion out of my only escape, and made me feel as if my hobby was wrong, worthless, and should be hidden; and for that I will never forgive them.

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i have this tick where my hands have to be constantly moving or i get really uncomfortable (it’s also why i do origami) so sometimes i’d doodle in my notebook and i can look at any old doodle and tell you what i was learning when i was drawing it becuase that’s how i concentrated

Reason why I don’t creative write as much as I used to anymore.

Had to do a diary piece from a character from Of Mice and Men.

100% mine, 100% emotional

Teacher

Teacher said it was plagiarism.

Told me to write something completely unrelated - didn’t match up to what I had written.

No because you didn’t make me write an emotional piece.

I hate you for ripping my skills out like that you piece of shit.

thats what happen in the 5th grade for me. i really liked kingdom hearts so when i drew sora everyone was like “WHY DID YOU TRACE THAT?!” i said i didnt no one beleived me exectp my friend who saw me draw it but everyone dosent beleive. then the teacher ripped it up and said “dont trace things and dont lie about it” so i drew it three times under an hour she ripped them up and said “so you got your friend to trace with you?” i never drew again

AND THIS IS WHY THERE IS ALMOST NO HOPE LEFT IN HUMANITY. WE BETTER BE MOVING TO MARS PRETTY DAMN SOON TO GET AWAY FROM THESE PISS OFF MOTHERFUCKERS.

I’m worry, I’d likely get that fucking teacher fired for telling me, a friend, WHOEVER something like this. 

If I ever have a kid and they come home crying over something like this, me and their teacher will have a little discussion after school. Perhaps me with a bat in my hands while I’m at it.

In freshman year, I would doodle in algebra. My doodles were the beginnings of something I only recently made a blog of. I would also doodle all over my homework where the answers weren’t, the area where you’re supposed to show your work. She failed me because I would rather doodle than show my work and accused me of cheating because “If she couldn’t do it in her head, neither could I”