poof.

THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU WHAT THE HELL.

To be honest, I hated you from the start of the school year, when I first found out who my art teacher was. I guess I was hoping for you in a way, but that was only because I didn’t particularly like the other teachers. When you first shot down my idea for Project 1, there are no words to say how pissed off I was, but to prove you wrong, and to prove to myself that I could do it, I made something that I was proud of. Even YOU said I proved you wrong.

Project 2 was worse. Every idea I had, you were incredibly quick at saying no to, even when I wasn’t finished explaining it, i’m guessing that you just didn’t want to look bad when I prove you wrong again? AND GUESS WHAT, I DID prove you wrong. Again.

And you still don’t believe that I can manage my ideas, no matter how complicated or insane they are.

But now?

I can put my hand on my heart, swear to whatever is up there (i’m atheist so beat it.) that I hate you.

I’m thinking that you gave her the idea seeing that I wasn’t in the classroom and I couldn’t do anything about it, but really? the EXACT same material, doing the EXACT same thing? And its the fact that you didn’t let me do it at first, but when I proved you wrong AGAIN (how many times do you have to act surprised when I make something pretty cool? cut out the act dude, it’s just sad) 

I really thought that you could start to be one of my teachers that I don’t mind turning up to class for, but after today, I can assure you that I’ll do anything in my power, with my ability to prove you wrong. 

And when everyone sees how you favor the more popular, people from your ethnicity or whatever you favor them for, you’re going down. You don’t even need to ask me to “lie” to the IB examiners saying that you have no part in my work, YOU DON’T. Simple as that.

When you get that concept into your thick skull, maybe you can start to appreciate the people who actually do the work (not really me, but the others on my table) and be nice to us, instead of yelling at us everytime you get a chance to, while letting the “others” slack off and do nothing. Your prized student? She spent 3 weeks painting a canvas white, then blue, covered back in white, the a little bit of brown, stuck a few bits of tissue on, covered it up again, drew a line, and you say “That’s fantastic ____! I really like your idea of blah blah blah blah” when its all on tumblr? Her ideas are copied straight from what she sees on tumblr if you didn’t know. Your other prized student? the one that you’re selling my ideas to? she hasn’t done shit. 3 weeks just drawing 3 chairs that aren’t of that “high quality” you expect from us, you still LOVE it.

The others like me, we work so hard for you to appreciate it, well not really, but we get everything done within the 3 weeks we were given. Now, you give us an extra week, what are we supposed to do with it? Don’t give us the bullshit reason of “Oh because of the geo students being away, here’s an extra week for you all” when you know full well the geo students are doing FINE (at least my friend is) and they only needed 2 hours MAX to finish everything off. You just gave us the extra week because you wanted your prized ones to finish and make you look good. Well guess what. On exhibition day, I will be writing my own little intro to my piece, and if people look at it, they will see that it was an idea that you wouldn’t let me do, an idea which turned out to be something special and unique, an idea that you’re now passing off as your own.

Fuck you, you asshole.