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For a while, my major was Early Childhood Education. I wanted to
teach either very young children or adults -- nothing in between
(I remember what an asshole I was in that "in-between" time and I
didn't want to have to put up with my ignant fucking doppelganger).
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Several hundred women in that major and maybe several dozen men.
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I was no dummy.
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One of my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE classes in college was "Teaching Art in
the Elementary Grades". One class a week of bookwork... and one class
a week of hands-on arts & craft projects. FUN!!!
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We learned a list of things NEVER to do as an art teacher -- anything
that might limit or channel or even "define" what art is. Otherwise,
we would be stifling the creativity of the child, even though we might
be enabling them to make something pleasing.
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Simple things really. "Don't insist that the sky is blue." "Don't EVER
say,
THIS is how you draw a bird". Basic stuff that I would have
thought most would know instinctively.
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So I'm out as a teacher's aide and it's time for the bi-weekly art teacher
to come in. Cute. LOOKED like an art teacher. Proceeded to break EVERY
commandment in the list on what not to tell the children. Unbelievable.
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So, anyways... this cartoon reminded me of her.
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M.C. Escher's third-grade art project:.
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