I tend to enjoy strange teachers who have the most bizarre backgrounds and secrets. However, the Design teacher is the most bizarre people I have every come across.
Before classes actually started we had a little art class get together and we discussed what exactly we would be doing in the program.
Then we took a class picture. Cramming twenty-four high school kids together in one small hallway is almost an impossible feat but we somehow accomplished it ad took four disgustingly uncomfortable pictures.
As we exited the hallway I felt a pat on my shoulder and I noticed the Design teacher. I asked what she wanted and she just answered with two hard hits on my shoulder then ran off.
Throughout the rest of the meeting she swayed inside and outside of the doorframe, interrupting as she pleased.
Once the actual arts classes began I realized that she wasn’t having a weird day, my design teacher was crazy.
Her opening speech was about how she went to school for Sculpture and Design but then went back to school so that she could learn how to install carpets.
CARPETS
She was a member of a drum circle. As she explained it: “I played the drum that went oompha oompha”
She told us of her Rastafarian days and every other adjective that was used was the word COSMIC.
Don’t get me wrong; when I am in class and she is barking orders in a way that makes you sweat and cringe she becomes the scariest woman in the world.But then she will say some kind of statement that makes laughter impossible to prevent.
I have hears many horror stories from the VA 2’s about how she lives off of perfectionism and the broken dreams of children.
I fear for my life and my sanity in this class.
