Freshman year of high school, I was enrolled in a ceramics class. I enjoyed it for the most part because I got to use the little art skill I have to create something, take it home, and love it. Thing is, half way through the year, my current teacher at the time was relocated to another school. We had another teacher come in. He was a young guy, not a day over 25. He managed to switch our class over from ceramics to drawing/painting. I CANNOT DRAW.. or paint haha. We had an assignment in which we had to take a photograph of our own, and illustrate it. So I took one of a tree, from a vacation that I had in China, with my family. I went all out for this project.. hoping to impress the teacher-- and make up for my lack of painting skills. Anyway, by the time I was done, it didn't look like a tree.. but a railroad 0.0 Strange I know. But I felt proud of my work. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, is it not?
As soon as my teacher saw my work, he laughed and called it the work of a child. He critized everything, and compared me to the more talented students in the class. I'm sure he wasn't hurting me intentionally. But that day I did cry, right in class. I ran to a corner of the room and cried. I was lucky to have a friend that comforted me. It sucks that I still have to see this man in the hallways at school. Though, I'm a senior and soon will be graduating. What this teacher did to me, still has somewhat of an affect on me today, it is hard for me to have confidence in my work.. Even when it's not art..

wo ai ni ♥ -- S.Chin
Chinnian Chinnian
18-21, F
Nov 30, 2012