paint brush, buttocks...

in secondary school...
i had an art teacher, Mrs Teresa Grant...
she was from Israel...
she served in the Israeli army for 5 years...

you could only imagine her art lessons...

i remember one of her first lesson like it was yesterday...
with her thick Israeli accent and bad English...
i could not tell the difference between brush strokes or buttocks...
so i turned to my classmate and asked what she said..
i don't actually think i said anything more like mouth it out...
her swift and precise army instincts zoomed in on me...
and before i knew it she was screaming at me full on military mental breakdown mode...
and the next thing i knew, i was standing outside of class with my paint set still dripping with paint...

even till today whenever i pick up a paintbrush i can feel her presence making a mockery out of my bastardization of art...
the way she spoke to you was like a Nazi storm trooper...
you know its coming...
but you just can't stop it...

she left after 2 years of inflicting mental trauma to students...
some say she resumed her military duties and is responsible for most of the Palestine attacks that occured post 2002...

during a school drama performance early this evening...
sweet ol' lil Mrs Grant APPEARED!!!
apparently she was in Singapore for 10 days and just so happened another teacher informed her about the school play...
i'm glad to say that Mrs grant is retired now...
just seeing her brought back most of the art related trauma i have tried to disguise as my lack of talent in the art department...

as i walked up and introduce myself to her...
i felt my pants rising up ala sec 2 shorts and messy bangs...
for a woman half my size i knew for a fact she could take me down in 3 seconds flat...
she hugged and said she remembered me...

under all that military nazi soldier...
mrs grant is a nice old woman enjoying her retirement...
she's like the evil misunderstood teacher that made every student feel little and bad...
i'm just riding on this new wave of positivity before my art trauma kicks back in...