I dread my art and crafts class now. *Shakes head* It's really sad that I dislike my favorite subjects now. I can deal with crappy assignments, but it's the teacher that makes every day a battle. I've never had a direct confrontation but the little person in my head wants to kick the crap out of the teachers.

Crafts seemed like it was going to be a great class. I didn't mind the lectures because hell, I learned more from him than Ms. Wilson, the art teacher. But I soon learned that he lectures TO YOUR FACE as well. I hate being preached at. It's belittling and rude. SO STOP. I'm not stupid, I won't argue with you, and I won't blow the assignment off because you're an asshole. Though this "I could give a rats ass" attitude of mine has been so frequent, it scares me. So yes, I want to blow you off but I won't. Simply because I believe in a little thing called respect. So why don't you show me some and don't talk down to me? How 'bout it?

ALSO, Mister- YOU already KNOW I can draw. Ms. Wilson brought you down to her room to show you the digital painting of me and my twin sister. I PERSONALLY stopped you in the hallway to express how much I'd like to be in your digital arts class. So don't pretend like I'm some random student looking for attention.

And YOU Ms. Wilson, need to RETIRE. We all can tell you're half-assing this year because it's your last. You should've left last year actually and save me and my friends the headache. Because that's what your class is. IT'S A BIG FAT HEADACHE. Your assignments are crap and that's the result you get. You gripe at your students for not trying. Well, if they don't do the assignment, what does it say? Yes, there are idiots who don't do what their supposed to do. You know that better than I do. But for Gods SAKE, you decrepit woman, pick an assignment that sparks interest in your students. You expect it from us but we can't expect it from you? I know you're tired. I get that. Kids these days are brutal but don't snap at the kids who've done nothing wrong. You're probably the most eccentric, temperamental, and frustrating adult I've come across in a long time. You make me HATE art. This is not an overstatement. HATE ART.

You give no advice when I do get your attention, which is always directed on your damn computer. You're always working on something for your lesbian girlfriend instead of focusing on your class. I ask politely for your help and you look at me like I'm some fly you'd like to swat away. You are absolutely no help at all. You tell me 'draw lines, not a (insert body part here)'. Then you turn away completely. I remember the first of the year when you said you liked to walk around and get to know the students. FALSE. You stick to the juniors and seniors you already know. You're biased opinion on all sophomores has been on my head until the second nine weeks. You play favorites and you grade on how well you like a student.

I was making a 107 while my best friend, Morgan, is making barely a B. How is that fair? We are of the same skill level (she might even surpass me) and we both WORK OUR BUTTS OFF. You're a nosey, loud mouth two face. I confide in you foolishly, and you throw it back in my face like I had done something wrong. I'm always walking on egg shells with you and so is everyone else. I hate to write such hateful things about you. I really do. I wish you were a better art teacher and maybe even person. Maybe if I met you under different circumstances, I might see you in a better light. I beg you, just make this year short for me. Quick and painless I plead.

Perhaps I'm just frustrated with my own art. I feel like I'm not improving and never have time. I have so many creative ideas (outside of school) but can't ever carry them through. I either don't have the time or skill to execute it. I'm in such a rut right now. There could be worse things wrong. But I feel myself lashing out on people and being sad or angry for no reason. Why? Just.. Let it pass.. Only time will tell I guess.