College Ceramics Teacher

In my last days at undergrad college at Bowling Green State, I had to take one last 3-D class to complete my art degree. I elected to do ceramics, since it seemed pretty straight forward at the time. Little did I know that the new professor was a young buck who had a chip on his shoulder and a love for clay that was clearly unhealthy. He had a stunning young wife, blonde blue-eyed Barbie cunt, who seemed to HATE small town living. He also had a son who would visit the office a lot. College girls oo'd and ahh'd. Guy knew how to fish for snatch.

I had an attitude...this is without doubt. But I also knew it wasn't a field I wanted to go into. This did not bode well for someone who made it his mission to learn everything about pottery. Me?...fuck you and your clay. So, anyway, we got an evaluation at the end of the year. A one on one talk in his office. I was slouched in my chair waiting for the brutality. Knowing the guy hated my guts. And I haven't forgotten his words "Maybe art isn't for you." The words hung in the air like a stench of fish. I just glared. Thinking to myself "Sorry pal, I couldn't get into shit only chicks dig, faggot. I hope you get clay miner's lungs." He did seem to have an unexplained cough.

Yeah, I was a shit bag. But, he could've just told me ceramics wasn't for me.

I only discovered later that art wasn't for me. Not art, like homo art. Not museum type art. But more commercial endeavor that could land me fame more than fortune. Some would say, this was the beginning of the "hipster" movement. I couldn't even tell you, except I lived old school. Because I liked it. Not because it became popular a decade later.

Anyway, to besmirch this fuckface even more. I worked at the local video store. Where he would come in and visit. He didn't know I worked there. We had everything there. In particular weird fucking pornos. Guess who rented "Big Black Booty IV?" Yeah, he came in...or should I say slithered, looking at me, looking at his rental record with gritted teeth...I know who you really are.

I dunno where this dude is now. Forgot his name. I do recall going to a keg party once, seeing him manning the tap. I went to get a beer. He was drunk off his ass. He pointed at me drunkenly and said "Hey you!" I was sober, and just waved him off. "Yeah, you!" I went up to him "Yeah, wassup?"...Then he waved his hands around and announced (loudly) "this is the guy who hates me."

I started to laugh. Guy had everything. Hot wife, kid, black booty porn, and he just focused on how much I disliked him.

That's human nature, I guess.