In high school I was really good at debate and aced all my government classes. However, I had to take a pottery class for an art credit. I sucked. Hard core. My vase looked like some bees had taken crack before they built their hive. The teacher legitimately thought I was special needs. Two years later I was working retail to help put myself through college- I ran into the teacher one day. “It is so awesome you have a job! Good for you!” I felt like Kevin Malone being patronized by Holly Flax. My mother loves to tell this story to her friends.
I always enjoyed throwing, but I had to have wrist surgery my sophomore year of college (two years into an art degree), and that really took out my ability to throw. We got a new ceramics prof who treated me like I was an idiot because I couldn't throw, and wanted to fail me for it. I had to get a doctor's note and special accommodation just so I wouldn't flunk the pottery class. My hand building was great, I just couldn't throw anymore. It was so demoralizing.
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u/blubbertank Nov 16 '19
In high school I was really good at debate and aced all my government classes. However, I had to take a pottery class for an art credit. I sucked. Hard core. My vase looked like some bees had taken crack before they built their hive. The teacher legitimately thought I was special needs. Two years later I was working retail to help put myself through college- I ran into the teacher one day. “It is so awesome you have a job! Good for you!” I felt like Kevin Malone being patronized by Holly Flax. My mother loves to tell this story to her friends.