I've finished year 12 but the one thing I wanna do if I come back to highschool is slap my art teacher.
He gave me straight fucking A's. I always begged him for criticism on my majorwork and he always complimented me and told me it's fine, and to keep going. Then he suddenly lost faith in my artwork and told me it wouldn't get past 75, so he gave me a 71 for an assignment that had a HUGE GIGANTIC WEIGHTING on my school assessment.
WELL FUCK YOU. My school assessment dragged to an 83, plucked from being 4th in ranking down to 9th (and although this may be good to others, imagining that crushing feeling when you realise its all your teacher's fault because you ASKED FOR CRITICISM ALL YEAR and only at the very last minute did he LOSE FAITH IN IT. It's like he did it on purpose to SPITE ME)
and in the end I got 91 as my exam mark, meaning my majorwork couldn't have possibly been under 75, dragging my whole HSC Visual Arts mark down from a band 6 to an 87, band 5.
Again, I'm not saying that's a bad mark, and it all seemed to turn out okay, cuz I did much better than he thought, but the frustration and the pure collapsing horror that went through me the day he marked my majorwork was the most shocking, traumatic thing ever.
Lesson is, my friends, get a second opinion. Your teacher might be like the bastard I had.
And so ends my off-tangent rant.