Graf #2 [Worst Teacher]

I can only imagine the thoughts that were flying through her head when I saw that first glare as I walked into her classroom.  "She must be Satan’s girlfriend.  What’s so torturous in a 15-year-old’s life that she would dress like that? Fishnets and army boots!? She must be doing drugs to be wearing so much dark make up. She's probably hiding something." Little did she know I was a normal teenager from a great loving family, a well-rounded group of friends, and had a brain in my skull untouched by any drugs.  I just had a different sense of fashion. At one point in my first year with her, I was having a bad day and spent the morning crying.  The first thing she asked me as she looked into my saddened, blood-shot eyes was if I was high. I had never been so offended in my life. She continued to tease me as every assignment was given. "I bet you will only use red and black and draw images of death and decay.” THIS WAS ART CLASS! This was a place to express myself in anyway I chose.  If I wanted to use only red and black and draw dead things, I could.  But I took pride in breaking the stereotype she had placed me in by creating beautiful pieces that reflected the person I was not the person I looked like.  Not long after that she realized I was not the "Average Goth" and I like to think I amazed her with every new piece my mind had created. By the end of my 4 years in high school that I spent with her she had become a great mentor and close friend.  To this day I know I'm still her favorite student.  She is supportive and is always willing to lend a helping hand in my endeavors.