Art School...

I had a painting class last semester and the more I think about it the more I come to despise and loathe that teacher. It got to the point where I was angry from the moment I got outta bed in the morning until I left class at 11pm. He just argues with you, tells you you're wrong, and then gets pissed when you decide to have an opinion. I stopped going. There were three paintings in the 11 out of 16 or so weeks I was there, none of them were finished and none of them were graded. The other two are going to make some nice kindling this winter. This is the only one I like from last semester with Prof. Beelzebub. I'm glad I never finished it, otherwise it might've ended up in the pile with the other two.