Monday, Oct. 25, 2004
update
In case I haven’t told you, Mom and I have found a duplex in Collinsville to move into. Moving day is November 5th. I’m excited and try to see this as a new beginning. I expect that I’ll be sparse until moving day. As soon as I know the basic information such as address and phone number I’ll let those of you concerned know. Am considering putting out a mass e-mail.
Halloween is coming up, and I’m incredibly excited. Halloween puts us on this downward spiral towards the holidays. Next thing you know it’s Thanksgiving, then my birthday, then Christmas, and New Years! It’s all incredibly exciting. Right now I’m freaking out because I still don’t know all of my final grades for the quarter. Hopefully I’ll know sometime this week. I SHOULD know sometime this week. If not then I’ll lay the smack down on some of these teachers. Hmm…. The leprechaun is pushing a career in teaching art on Cassie Johns. I laugh at the thought. Cassie is quite possibly the dumbest person that I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. And what’s funny about this all is that Mrs. Astrausks is saying “Oh, Cassie, the year you’ll get your teaching certification is the year I plan on retiring! You could take over the position for me!”
Pah! I laugh at that. Cassie even says that the last thing she could do is teach. She hates kids. She hates teaching. She hates that she’ll be doing the same thing her dad is. Yet the leprechaun is UNRELENTING in her pursuit of this. It drives me of the walls. And then she looks at me with such malice and contempt, and I know that if she were to know that I wanted to teach art that I would never in a million years pass her class. She’ll try and burn holes into my soul with her little beady eyes, and then screech, “Finish your Kaleidoscope! I don’t want you turning in anymore late projects!” As though I always turn my projects in late. Ha! It’s quite the opposite really. I’m ahead a good portion of the class.
I think the main reason why she doesn’t like me is that I speak so unwaveringly towards the positive about abstract art. I ask her why we don’t study abstract, and why she refers to impressionism as being abstract; she just drops the subject. When I ask her if we are ever going to do anything abstract, she just glares at me. She thinks it is sloppy and pointless, which makes me angry and glare at her. Sometimes, I swear if she weren’t the only art teacher at the school who knows at thing or two, and if I didn’t need help when it comes to getting into a decent art school, I’d just walk right up to her and slap her.
Grrrrr!
theparisian at 3:57 p.m.