It was by chance that the Arts Teacher was looking out the window on the snow covered grounds of the school. On the tennis courts she spied a pupil, dressed in a warm coat and hat, oblivious to the world as he was listening to some music through his earphones. With a stick he was drawing a full sized set of male genitals which stretched from one baseline to the other.
What do you do in that situation? I have been the first to criticise the way in which many schools I have seen deal with their children in an inconsistent way. They either seem to ignore them, hoping the problem will go away or scream at them.
So you have to admire this Arts Teacher. She walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned whiter than the snow and expected the worse. But instead, he heard the teacher gently say:
"That's very good. The composition is excellent. It is very lifelike. The lines and the brushstrokes are most competent."
He grinned broadly.
"Now here's a new kind of brush for you," she said handing him a snow shovel. "Would you mind developing the picture in a fuller way?"
He cleared the whole court of snow obligingly, taking his punishment with grace. The teacher should get a job anywhere.
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