Terra

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Ok.

So.

Ms. Wasinger.

Ms. Wasinger was my art teacher from Sophmore to Senior year (And Senior year I had two period with her for AP. We studied with the art 3 and 4s and had independent study we work on our portfolio

Ms. Wasinger is still possibly one of the best art teacher I have ever had. And now I've had (literally) roughly 30. So that's saying something.

She was stern, Which...15 year old me rebelled against GREATLY. Don't get in the way of MY artistic vision thank you very much....I would have arguments with her...near screaming matches in class. And I wasn't quiet Hermoine, but it wasn't for lack of being a know it all goody two shoes. It was for lack of caring that much. But anyway, me getting into a screaming match with a teacher was....a pretty BFD. Let me tell you, NO ONE got under my skin like Ms. Wasinger. I hated her.

And if she hadn't been so harsh with me, I'd suck so much now. I'd not even be an artist. And it took 3 years of yelling and fighting and trying my best to undermined her and creating the nickname the art nazi (Which....Godwin's law and all but some days she really did deserve it) to realize how much she cared, and how worthwhile she had been as a teacher. She fought to get us good supplies in an improvirish school (I always worked with Prisma brand in that class. Always) and kept good care of them so we could keep using them. She fought to get the AP program, and kept it to such high standards that they didn't challenge it (Most of us got 3-4-5's. I doubt she'd let you send it in if it wasn't that high of quality) She taught me so mubh about content, quality, art...it's why my first few years of college art classes were a bore. She DID hold us to that high a standard.

And she said, before I graduated something that I've never forgot. "You have to be harsh to weed out the ones who are really devoted, and sometimes you lose some, but I'm glad I never lost you"

I am ignoring the negative effect Mr. J had on me, and keeping this positive~!

(Gigi gets a bit of props for being the teacher there who, when I was deciding between college and high school art teacher was like fuuuuuck that go for college. Possibly verbatim) And Mr. Bullock for keeping me Science minded (he's probably be happy to know that stopping me in the hallway and telling me that I was all wrong in life and should be presuing college 5 years after he'd last had a class with me STILL makes me doubt my whole life. Until I remember science=math. Or talk to Olera about his work. Far too lazy for that.), and my Astronomy teacher who's name I can never remember for being that one person that I first realized I had effected not just because I had to effect them because I was their friend/kid/relative but because I just HAD. (She, among other things, had a bouquet of roses delivered to my class after I won scholastic. Which was the sweetest thing I can remember a teacher doing once I got over the 11th grade disappointment of a dozen red roses being from my middle aged astronomy teacher and not a hot, sexy romantic interest)

In other news:

Me and my mom BOTH failed at opening her child proof pill bottle. Then again I have the arm strength of a 3 year old and she's cripple.

Also, WTF at wearing OTHER school paraphernalia at Auraria campus. Metro, CU, CCD sure....but UNC? CSU? YOU DON'T GO THERE and it just makes you looks DOUBLE sad. One...you are wearing something you probably paid for that, in actuality the school should be paying YOU to wear and generally being a branded advertisement whore* and two...you're advertising that you want to go someplace you can't and are unhappy where you are. Now I'm sure THEY don't think of it this way but really.

*In class today we were discussing Advertisement branding. branding is when you shove a piece of hot metal onto a cow to sear a logo into them. Think about that next time you put on a logo t-shirt.