<p>When I was in high school, I pretty much thought I was going to be an art teacher. That was sort of the plan anyway. I always liked to draw, got into painting a bit, just loved creating stuff in general. I took every art class I could at my artsy high school. I had this one teacher we called her Anna Banana because she was one of those edgy, hip teachers who let you behind the veil and into the mysterious realm of first-name basisness I was a big fan of hers (now dont go all Van Halen, here). She dressed weird, made cool art, assigned interesting projects, talked to us like we were peers, lent me cassettes of indie bands she was into like Mollys Revenge (not the celtic trio, a different one) she was that teacher from the movies. You get the idea.
One of the things I remember about her were the art history/appreciation classes we had once a week. Our typical art class for 4 of 5 weekdays was spent in the art room standing at easels or behind a sculpture of some kind...
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