More Memories

For some reason, Celeste brought old school memories back. I used to make fun of my teachers, as many children did. I was a little different in that I used my drawing skillz as a weapon against the teachers and a tool to get the other kids to like me. One instance comes to mind. For some reason, I hated a certain English teacher in middle school. I actually ended up liking her, but I guess to seem cool I constantly wrote notes and drew pictures about her. I only got caught once, but it was pretty bad. I had drawn a picture of her as a stripper. It only just occurred to me that I knew what strippers were at 12 years of age. Thanks for never censoring my television and movie viewing, Mom and Dad. So I drew my large teacher with titties down to her knees and a leg wrapped around a pole on stage. Not only had she pissed all down her leg, but the poor broad had had her period on the pole and floor. Ho was a mess. It was all in pencil except for the blood and piss of course. It was titled "Ms. ****** Sucks Shit." We were having a good church laugh about it in her class, when my friend Denise betrayed me and tattled! I thought we were boys! I crumpled the sheet and momentarily considered eating it, but it was just too big. Teacher took me to the hallway, and I remember almost pissing myself. My parents were called, blah blah blah. Whatever, you know what she should have done? Fostered my interest in art! She irresponsibly punished me, forcing my 12-year-old self to equate drawing with negative consequences because I didn't know any better. Thanks, bitch, I could have been drawing smutty cartoons in porn magazines all this time.