I Have Unhappy Memories of School

Freaking painting class still upsets me whenever I think about it. I worked so hard and poured everything I had into all my work and I got critiqued the hardest out of everyone. Even the other students joined in and nitpicked my work to death. Nobody else was graded as harshly as I was. I was lucky if I got a B on something. The projects that looked like they were done last second got the highest praise and everyone else sung along to the praise train anthem while I got destroyed week after week after week.

I was so upset once that after class I broke my work over my knee and threw it in the trash where it belonged. I wish I hadn't because I was very proud of that piece but it's long gone.

I will never understand that class or how it operated.