actually, my art teacher.
Mr. Davis. Average height, skinny black man with a medium-size afro. He was really mellow and soft-spoken. Through the first half of class, he'd be completely oblivious to anyone other to himself, sitting at his desk and twiddling his thumbs and eating sweets, while my fellow pupils chatted and dealt the occasional drug.
All of a sudden he would calmly get out of his seat, talk to us about completely unrelated things, like the planet Mars, which would lead him to ramble on about space exploration, conspiracy theories, and how terrible September 11 was, until he just sort of trailed off.
Then he would take random things off of his shelves and arrange them creatively on a random person's desk and tell us to draw it. And back he would go to his desk to continue thumb-twiddling and sweet-eating.
And so on, every single day.
( trintrin has jam for blood, Thu 10 Nov 2005, 0:49, Reply)