I’m still gonna hold my grudge against my middle school art teacher. If we were painting an oak tree for example, she’d get pissed if you decided to add, say, an apple hanging off a branch. “It’s an oak tree, not an apple tree!”. Like I give a fuck, it’s my painting and I wanted an apple there, fuck off.

She also essentially called our entire class lazy and talentless once because none of us got selected as finalists for an art competition she signed us up for.