I’m really into tattoos, but I’m finding some people are prejudiced against me as a result. I’ve also found that no-one wants to employ me, simply because I express myself through body art. Finding myself on the receiving end of such narrow-minded oppression, I can understand how people like Martin Luther King, Emmaline Pankhurst and Lady Gaga must have felt being judged on the basis of their non-conformist appearance. Just because I have ‘bitch fucka’ written on my forehead doesn’t mean I can’t work in a bank.
Last week during art class we were all doing finger paintings of our pets. Oliver French dipped the end of his peepee in red poster paint and I have to say, it made the most delightful heart-shaped splodges on the paper, although I’m not sure the finished piece looked anything like a hamster. Unfortunately, it appears, as in your situation, that geniuses like Oliver have to suffer for their art, because when Mrs Oxley caught him she had one of her scary emotional breakdowns and made him go and read Deuteronomy 23: 1 in story corner for the rest of the afternoon. Thankfully, Oliver is an artist at heart, and instead of letting philistines like Mrs Oxley subdue his creativity, he channelled it into creating a thought-provoking mural on the mirror of the boy’s toilets. I’m not sure where he got that sticky brown paint from, but it certainly made a lasting impression on the headmaster, who doesn’t appear to be an art lover either.
Hope that helps!