“One day“, he tought “one day i‘ll be honored for my work.“ Looking around the room, he noticed that everyone in class was laughing. The art teacher looked very upset, but he couldn‘t tell weather it was because of him or because of the children laughing at him. The center of attention was a canvas with a swimming cap stapled on it, inside of it was rice pudding that smelled like it had been in there for some time.

“Do you think this is funny?“, the teacher asked. Still distracted, he didn‘t notice that she was talking to him. She was as old as the school and her chunky jewelry probably held some ancient curses. She was well groomed, but on her nose was a wart with a long, thick hair on it. The teacher was looking him straight in the eye. Feeling the need to explain himself, he started talking. “You asked for an art project about our mothers right? Well, in Biology we learned that, as an infant you are fed by milk that comes out of your mom‘s breasts.

I wanted to use real milk, but my mom wouldn‘t allow it. So I had to think of something else. Fortunatly, on monday they had rice pudding, so I saved some for my project!“

“That was five days ago! Why didn‘t you just paint some flowers or something like that, like the other children?“ The teacher seemed even more angry than before. “But creativity is important for good art!“ He yelled, already feeling the tears in his eyes. He had worked so hard and now she doesn‘t even apprechiate that he skipped desert for his art?

But then he remembered. He brought a gift for her today! He thought that it was mean that everyone made fun of the hair on her ward, so he brought her tweezers.

The teacher has already sat down, shaking her head in disappointment. As he came near her table she looked up “What do you want now?“ “I brought you a gift“, she seemed skeptical, but that could‘t stop him. “This is for your ward! I figured you might not have one, so I thought I could help you out with one!“

For some reason, the teacher seemed even more angry now. “DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST MESS WITH ME UNTIL I QUIT? THIS IS NOT HAPPENING TO ME AGAIN! YOU ARE GOING TO THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE!“

As she screamed at him she turned a darker shade of red with every word she said. And also, with every word she said, his eyes filled with tears. Slowly he packed away the paintbrushes he got for his birthday and left the classroom.