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So I did something a little silly today.
There's this teacher, the art teacher, Mrs.Lasota. Nobody likes her, none of the students. She drives everyone crazy because she just talks and talks, and makes you do stupid things, and is a little bit crosseyed. She also has a tendancy to tell lame jokes and be extremely moody. Thusly, nobody likes her.
But even horrible people have feelings.
Cody, a disruptive little boy in my class, likes to say incredibly mean things to her, about her. Jabs at who she is, and the art that she does. Today she told us about the collage she made of our drawings, and how it took her a few hours to finish, and then Cody immediately exclaimed "That's the shittiest thing I've ever seen. It looks horrible, it's a piece of shit. Man you suck at that." and she sort of glanced around a bit, and then continued with what she was doing. She never responds in an angry manner, she just pretends like what he said wasn't actually what he said. For some reason she doesn't ever get angry with him, just kind of disregards it. But it makes me sad. I don't know why.
Today I was waiting for my mom to pick me up, and she was fifteen minutes late in coming, so I was wandering the halls, and I passed the art room, and made my way halfway down the hall from it, and suddenly felt something, and stopped. Without thinking, I turned around, walked into the art room, and saw Mrs. Lasota sitting there at her desk, busy at whatever art she does, alone. I walked up to her, and told her how I thought that the collage was really well done, and how it turned out really nicely. I also mentioned how I thought it was a bit rude how Cody would respond, and she looked so appreciative. She didn't say a lot, except that my art had a lot of promise. How it was much better than anything she'd done at my age. I sort of glanced around a bit, and left the classroom.
I do not like that teacher.
So, why did I do that?
There's this teacher, the art teacher, Mrs.Lasota. Nobody likes her, none of the students. She drives everyone crazy because she just talks and talks, and makes you do stupid things, and is a little bit crosseyed. She also has a tendancy to tell lame jokes and be extremely moody. Thusly, nobody likes her.
But even horrible people have feelings.
Cody, a disruptive little boy in my class, likes to say incredibly mean things to her, about her. Jabs at who she is, and the art that she does. Today she told us about the collage she made of our drawings, and how it took her a few hours to finish, and then Cody immediately exclaimed "That's the shittiest thing I've ever seen. It looks horrible, it's a piece of shit. Man you suck at that." and she sort of glanced around a bit, and then continued with what she was doing. She never responds in an angry manner, she just pretends like what he said wasn't actually what he said. For some reason she doesn't ever get angry with him, just kind of disregards it. But it makes me sad. I don't know why.
Today I was waiting for my mom to pick me up, and she was fifteen minutes late in coming, so I was wandering the halls, and I passed the art room, and made my way halfway down the hall from it, and suddenly felt something, and stopped. Without thinking, I turned around, walked into the art room, and saw Mrs. Lasota sitting there at her desk, busy at whatever art she does, alone. I walked up to her, and told her how I thought that the collage was really well done, and how it turned out really nicely. I also mentioned how I thought it was a bit rude how Cody would respond, and she looked so appreciative. She didn't say a lot, except that my art had a lot of promise. How it was much better than anything she'd done at my age. I sort of glanced around a bit, and left the classroom.
I do not like that teacher.
So, why did I do that?