Chip on my Shoulder Made of Silicone
Feb. 7th, 2005 04:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lissa_quonWell today was fun, took a test where the last two questions I had only a vague understanding of. Visited my old high school today.
Feels weird to say that, 'my old high school', sheesh, that phrase plus a really cool story and I've got a nostalgic film flashback in the works.
Valentina got me a ticket so I can watch the high school's production of Suessical, she made me meet her in the art room where the National Art Honor Society was plotting out a mural for Youth Art Month or some other event.
I got to see my old art teacher, the not fun one, he didn't have much to say to me. I think he said about fifteen words to me and that was only because Valentina mentioned that I was studying art at the community college. Without that little dialogue* he would have just said "oh, hey" and left it at that.
Can't say I'm suprised, Valentina was though. What can I say, this is the man who screwed over most of chances at NAHS and competitions. No seriously everytime I came up for anything I got screwed over, he allowed everyone else but Lissa into National Art Honors Society, my work was always in the running for competions and never made it.
I could just be making a mountain out of a mole hill but I think I did something early on that pissed him off.Personally, I always suspected he overheard me once commenting one shouldn't teach a subject if you couldn't spell it (for example 'Digital Graphics and Annimation'). I might even be tempted to ask and try to patch things up if I thought it would make a difference or if he cared. But its in the past, there have been plenty other students before me and after me to snub and be snubbed by him that it seems apparent that its nothing personal.
But anyway that aside I'm off to go do my history reading then collapse in my soft warm pillow trap of a bed.
Feels weird to say that, 'my old high school', sheesh, that phrase plus a really cool story and I've got a nostalgic film flashback in the works.
Valentina got me a ticket so I can watch the high school's production of Suessical, she made me meet her in the art room where the National Art Honor Society was plotting out a mural for Youth Art Month or some other event.
I got to see my old art teacher, the not fun one, he didn't have much to say to me. I think he said about fifteen words to me and that was only because Valentina mentioned that I was studying art at the community college. Without that little dialogue* he would have just said "oh, hey" and left it at that.
Can't say I'm suprised, Valentina was though. What can I say, this is the man who screwed over most of chances at NAHS and competitions. No seriously everytime I came up for anything I got screwed over, he allowed everyone else but Lissa into National Art Honors Society, my work was always in the running for competions and never made it.
I could just be making a mountain out of a mole hill but I think I did something early on that pissed him off.Personally, I always suspected he overheard me once commenting one shouldn't teach a subject if you couldn't spell it (for example 'Digital Graphics and Annimation'). I might even be tempted to ask and try to patch things up if I thought it would make a difference or if he cared. But its in the past, there have been plenty other students before me and after me to snub and be snubbed by him that it seems apparent that its nothing personal.
But anyway that aside I'm off to go do my history reading then collapse in my soft warm pillow trap of a bed.
