My problem with teachers was I decided within the first minute if I would get along with them or not. I looked past the fact that they were just an authoritive figure forcing me to do busy work for bullshit pay and tried to imagine if they would be a friendly advisor or not. I gave ALOT of my instructors the benefit of the doubt that even though they were complete horses asses, they wouldn’t pass me if I treated them disrespectfully. In turn I would focus on their personality and try to tune in on their individual sense of humor and try to make them laugh everytime I saw them…
Unfortunately, I forecasted correctly only about 80% of the time..
I had an art professor (I needed a fine arts credit) that was religious funny. However, you could kind of tell that he would get a little defensive if someone tried to make others laugh as well. Thats where I fell in.
We had 4 weeks or so of sculpting at the end of the semester. Of course I looked like a pig in mud everyday after that class. I walked into his open office in the classroom, and I forgot what I was going to say to him for sometimes I would just wander aimlessly in class because the material would bore me. I stood in there as he sat at his desk thinking of what it was I was going to say to him in a spaced out look. He kind of gave me the “what in the world is on your mind, I don’t have time for this” look. I noticed a bust sculpture of a long haired gent above his desk.
I then spout out, “Whoaaa! Ultimate Warrior! Thats so awesome!!! I LOVE THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR!”
He looked at me like I just destroyed his world…
“Thats NOT the Ultimate Warrior… Thats our savior Jesus Christ“…
Whoops.
“Might I suggest you get OUT of my office and go sit down”.
I messed up big time. After that day, that class was quite awkward. Have you never noticed that the Ultimate Warrior shares a striking resemblance with Jesus? It was a molded bust, he could have painted the warrior symbol on his face and no one would have known. I’m not in anyway meaning to sound blasphemous, it just happened.










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