ha ha. I was looking for something else and this little sketch surfaced . . .
Ah yes . . indulge me if you will . . . .
It was a hot Fall day in the south. I was a third grader in Mrs. What’shername’s class. (I actually do not remember- which I consider very healthy)
We were having our math equations lesson and I was verrrry uninterested. What I did find fascinating though were the deep lines in the teacher’s face as she snipped and snapped at the students that were not getting down with the day’s equations lesson. It was hotter than a popcorn fart in there and we were all wilted.
I don’t know what I was thinking . . . not about Math except my doom was nigh, because I had ZIP to say about math. but I started this sketch and when she walked over and towered over me she startled me. She demanded to know WHAT I was doing . . I was never a very good liar.
I looked up at her with wide eyes and confessed “I am drawing you.” She made an angry face and snatched this off my desk.
I explained, “this is how you look when you are teaching us.”
I swear I did not mean to be a wise guy. Surprisely I did not get yelled at after the awkward pause and then I was saved by the bell. When I got home, my Mom asked about school, I showed her my drawing of the teacher.
You didn’t show this to her did you?
“uh huh. well I didn’t exactly show it but she saw it.”
“It was an accident Ma”.
My Mom threw her head back and laughed.
For Heaven’s sake, it looks just like her ~ sour expression and all. You just drew Mrs. Crabbyappleton!
To my surprise, I did not get into trouble.
My Dad saw it and chuckled . . . kid nailed her.