The Asrt TeacherEssay Preview: The Asrt TeacherReport this essayThe Art TeacherThom was my first love.“Hi guys, the names Mr. ONeill, Im your teacher for this course.” He was tall, with brown eyes, brown hair and a way of standing that Id never seen before. Our art project that year? Self portrait. I was happy with that. I could finally express myself, without that sense of self doubt Id felt years before. The art trip was what started the rest of my life.
“So I havent really got to know you yet.” He said as we waited for the train to come.“I guess so.” I said. “Why would you want to sir, Im your student?”“I dont know, I just like to feel, close with my students. Especially the dedicated ones” He said. We were going to the National Art Gallery in London. I was wearing the same shoes I wore everyday. The rubber scuffed the train seat as I sat.
“How was your day then? The reunions this weekend isnt it?” Rob says as he sits next to me, loosening his tie. Doing that strange thing with his glass. Tilting it to and fro.
“It was fine. And yeah, yeah it is.” I turn away and mildly focus on the news. Theres a fire in Moscow, but Im really not too concerned.“So, you really like art then?” he said. I thought this was a very stupid question. I was the only one in my class who cared enough to bring a pencil.“Youre so gifted, you know that dont you?” he said.“Gifted? Alone, sir.” I said.“Youre not alone. Im standing next to you arent I?” he said. Eventually.“That doesnt mean Im not alone does it? I could be standing in that crowd over there and Id feel like I was the only person.” I said. I coughed as I looked out to the horizon. The window was so dirty, where were the people that cleaned them? Was there a person? I was thinking too much. A small plastic bag flew around on the tracks, I was gripped.
[“My name is Steve Koover,” he said, as he turned his back to the road behind me. “You wanna see it?” he asked.]>Steve:
Steve:
I’m gonna see it with you when I do.
No problem!