Anger in the art room.

[Uber Loodle]

I hate my art class...which is definitely not a class you're supposed to hate.

Mostly because of the teacher and the very terrible mix of juvenile delinquents stuffed into one room.

The teacher has been teaching for way too long. She's a mad skilled artist, but takes things way too seriously, unlike the other art teacher in the school. If she doesn't like your art, you're the one that's going to be changing it, and her advice isn't really advice, it's an order.
This one kid made a sculpture of a hand within a hand. He painted the big hand a madly mixed color of beige and the hand inside red. She came up to him and told him that she didn't like how realistic the large hand was and hated the color red. So he changed it to orange and light blue and it looked terrible, and he still didn't get an A.

Then, the mix of children is awful. I have a few friends, three from classes, one from field hockey and one new one from the class. That's all I can tolerate. The other just sit there, tie each other to the chairs and complain about all the work they aren't doing- or that they're bored.

THEN. Oh boy.
The teacher is some mad biker and went to Jordan for a 200 mile bike ride for women's rights (or something like that). During that time, she left us four projects to do. Three involved going outside. These were hindered because of the 30 degree weather and the snow and such. So in place of those, the other art teacher assigned us to make a scarecrow for a local contest. We agreed.
We start planning, then all of a sudden, no one wants to do it anymore, and everyone just sits there and does nothing. So me, and the people I talk to in the class are all of a sudden the only ones working on the stupid thing. We have three days to do it, and there are five of us working on it.
So yesterday, I refrained quite well from taking a girl out. Not working on the project whatsoever, she asked if there was a prize if our scarecrow won the contest. We responded yes, because there is, and we had already decided that if we win, we'll donate the money to the art department. She then proceeded to ask if we were splitting the money. We responded no, because even if we did split it, we'd each get about three dollars. She goes off on some rampage about how she could use that money and she's poor.
So now, I'm stuck with a dismembered scarecrow in the backseat of my car that I need to put together for tomorrow.

I hate art class.
That is all.

[Anne]

Teachers like that absolutely disgust me. It doesn't matter how skilled you are, art is completely relative and there is no right or wrong when it comes to art. Furthermore, an art teacher's place is to impart skills with which the student can use to express themselves as they see fit. They are to make suggestions, but in no way do they have any right to take over a project. People like your teacher have no business as a teacher and should go die.

I'd have supported your taking her out. xD If she was serious about winning the damn prize then she can pull her own weight. If you're entering the contest, only do so under the names of those who put in some work. She did nothing, the majority can back you up, she can get stuffed.

Argh, that art teacher is still angering me; crap art teachers always do xDD I've had some real shockers in my time and mostly I disregarded them, because people like that like sabotaging people who are actually creative and not lameass jerkoffs like them. I think what your friend did in sculpture sounds really awesome and i cant believe she made him change it >.> Sounds like you're all better off doing what you want to do creatively, she's not going to reward you either way.

[Ice]

Laaame. Have fun with that scarecrow, though. I haven't seen a real one... ever?

[Uber Loodle]

Ohhhhh the scarecrow.
So it was due to be put up today.
Which happened...in the more failtastic manner possible.

Yesterday, we had to shove the whole thing in my little car, which seems a lot bigger when you're not trying to jam a five foot tall cardboard tube with a wood base wearing a cloak into the back seat.
So pretty much the whole thing fell apart, which I didn't really care about. I figured I'd put it together this morning and take it down town and all would be well and fine.
Not so much.
We used a gourd as the head.
And guess what I awoke to this morning?
The back of the gourd was black, mushy and oozing, very much unlike the gourd last night.
So I had to make an entirely new head AND put the whole thing back together (which included making a new head from a basket, a badmitton racquet without the strings, duct tape and towels; picking hot glue off the cloak; chopping down the base even more than we had already had the wood shop cut it down and trekking through puddles of mud to place it near the road). Fortunatley two of my friends came over to help and we all brought it downtown, but it honestly looks atrocious.
And it's techincally not a real scarecrow, because we didn't stuff anything but the gloves. Real scarecrows are pretty much just clothes stuffed with fallen leaves jabbed on a stick.

Witness the failure:


Which is supposed to be modeled after:

[Monkey]

I LIKE IT.

[Sorie]

xDD
*pats Lauren*

[Uber Loodle]

XD

Sooo, it turns out that there are only two scarecrows on the chunk of grass that we put ours on, so unless that chunk of grass is the same scarecrow contest as the one I saw on the common, we might have taken second. XD

[Uber Loodle]

I have a new issue with my art teacher.
I hate her. My hatred has only grown over the course of the school year. Not like I ever had much respect for her, but with her actions today, she can never gain any with me.

SO. Before winter break, she told us we had to take pictures of ourselves, edit them to make them more interesting, and we'd do a self portrait of us, using any medium we wished.
I planned on oil pastel, two of my friends planned on paint.
And I'm not going to lie, their pictures will look SO much better in paint, because of the bold colors.
So now it's after break, and the teacher hands out the paper to work with. And might I add, it's this really crappy recycled paper, that's like, brown. It's not even working well for my pastels, it's like, disintegrating.
So, because the teacher said we could use any medium, my two friends go up to her and ask for different paper because they wish to paint, and that would be awful painting paper.
"That's not an option."
"Why not?"
"Because I said pastels or stamps."
"No you didn't. You said we could use any medium."
"I don't care. I think you can deal with pastels."
So one girl starts crying, because we've been putting up with this teacher's shite all year and she wasn't having a good day to begin with. Not sobbing, just tears in the eyes, like the I-can't-take-your-shite-please-stop-or-I-might-bawl tears.
So the teacher gave in and let them paint, but they had to use the crap paper.

SO TODAY.
We're talking to a guy who works in the other art room. (This particular art teacher gets two rooms, one with drafting tables and the other with regular tables. We chill with the regular tables because we're cool kids, and the other kids are annoying. Haha.)
And this kid says that the teacher's been talking about the girl. (The crying one.)
So she asked him what the teacher said.
APPARENTLY
The teacher told him that she "didn't want her to paint because she's bad at it, and only let her because she cried like a baby. She's going to get a bad grade because she didn't listen to me."
Which she didn't, and she happens to be a very talented artist who doesn't deserve to get bad grades on anything in art, but then again, who does?

So I'm just mad.

[Anne]

Wow, that woman is just a whore o.0 Definitely not the sort of person who is supposed to be teaching art. Or anyone.

Now I know your school kind of sucks, but keeping in mind that the teacher has probably amassed a lot of enemies and is obviously being inappropriate in bitching/gossiping about students to other students, can you go to the office and put in a complaint? Even if you put it in writing and hand it up something *might* be resolved.

[Uber Loodle]

An old history teacher told a girl that she "looked lousy" and the guidance counselor told her to get over it.
I'm not 100% sure how telling anyone would go over. -.-