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In 5th grade I took art class for the first time thinking I would enjoy it. My art teacher was some old hag in her 70s, who told the class on the first day other kids said she was mean, but not to worry about it since she "wanted everyone to experience the joy and magic of art." She spent all day nagging at everyone there for scribbling, which was her way of saying she didn't like someone's drawing (which was total bullshit). We had a big project at the end of the year where we had to pick out a picture from a stack of magazines and draw it with near perfect accuracy and I managed to pick out the easiest thing I could find, which was a drawing of Christmas lights on a house. I think I got an ok grade on it, but some other kids got a hounding from the old witch when they couldn't draw their artwork the way she wanted it, or because it missed a few minor details of what they chose to draw from the magazines. I was never good at art and I could only draw next to stick figures and this made me hate art and drawing until way later.
Overall worst teacher I ever had and I never took art again in school after that.
Overall worst teacher I ever had and I never took art again in school after that.