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Teachers aren’t supposed to have favourites, but for art teacher Ms P, it’s pretty evident who she likes the most – Lisa Hadley.
Though the majority of the class had chosen the art elective as a way to fuck around for 90 mins, Lisa was the only one who cared to take the subject seriously – meaning that she’d become somewhat of a confidant to Ms P, who’d grown tired of her low status as a glorified babysitter.
If someone had told Ms. P that her countless hours studying and replicating the work of master artists would have resulted in her looking after bratty teenagers all day, she would have taken her parents’ advice and done something in STEM. To make matters worse, her recent residence at a public high school has resulted in all the passion for the fine arts slowly getting sucked out of her, proving once again that doing what you love has some serious drawbacks.
So when it’s learned that Lisa’s beautiful Monet replica has copped a mysterious splash of yellow paint, Ms P’s already simmering resentment finally hits an all-time high – resulting in an entertaining blow up the class is sure to talk about for weeks.
“WHO DID THIS!”
“THIS WAS NOT AN ACCIDENT!”
When the class clown chimes in that ‘art is subjective anyway’ and that, technically the painting might actually be improved with the splash of paint, Ms P glowers at him with the full force of ten years of suppressed rage.
“OH, SO YOU DO LISTEN IN CLASS SOMETIMES, DO YOU JOSH!?”
“I’LL FIND OUT WHO DID THIS SO YOU MAY AS WELL OWN UP NOW!”
As the class interrupts into giggles, Ms P swears under her breath and storms out to have a quick dart behind the air conditioner unit.
More to come.
