Why The Student Teacher In My Art Class Freaking Rocks My Socks Part II

Besides the fact that he is a crappy teacher/grader of sketchbook assignments, yes he still rocks my socks. Yesterday in art, he taught us about postmodernism, rebellion, and what makes art art. It was very interesting, until he gave a lecture type thing to Brooklyn, Katherine, and I about how healthiness isn't popular. The conversation started from pop art then jumped to Andy Warhol, then moved to painting a picture of alcoholic and carbonated drinks with a V8 in the middle, to how America is the fattest country because we are all focused on convenience and how there isn't anything wrong with McDonalds, but fast food is the downfall of our country. I wanted the tell him that there was everything wrong with McDonalds, but he just walked away. It was great. Then a girl in my class folded up a paper ball and wrote sex inside on it. (great, now when someone googles sex, my blog will be at the top of the list!) She then told Francis to look into the ball. I don't think he knew what to think of it, but everyone was laughing so he did. This post could also be called "How The People in My Art Class Are Strange", or "The Freakishly Weird Night We Forked Mr. Dixon's Lawn", but for today I think I will just leave it at Francis.