were you creative as a kid???

[Marlene]

In a PM with another member, I told her a story of a teacher giving me a hard time when I was a kid because I was a creative kid and didn't fit the mold set up for how kids were suppose to be. this was my story, what's yours? have a teacher or others give you a hard time for being "different"?

same teacher called my parents in after an assignment to draw a picture of "spring". she said I just scribbled in the middle of the paper. my mom took one look and said "it's a bird's nest with eggs". I had drawn a close up of a nest with eggs instead of the usual kid drawing. I would like to ifnd this nasty old bitty and tell her what I do for a living and that people pay me to think outside the box![/

 

[ravitan]

sorry not me
i was thinkig of girls most of the time

 

[signmeup]

Marlene... surely you've heard, "Those that can... do. Those that can't... teach." And don't forget, "Those that can't teach... teach gym."

 

[housemusikid]

I thought if I took my grandma's lawnmower engine and put some wood around it, I had a go cart! :Big Laugh

I also had a strawberry shortcake bike, with a basket in front, that I took all the decals off and wrote Michael Jackson USA and drew designs in different colors of sharpies.

 

[Tim Aucoin]

Creative? No, not in the slightest (although I was quite the story writer). Actually, I don't think I'd consider myself creative today either!

 

[WildWestDesigns]

sorry not me
i was thinkig of girls most of the time

I was too, but I'm sure people would think that I was creative with my "scenerios".

 

[WildWestDesigns]

Marlene... surely you've heard, "Those that can... do. Those that can't... teach." And don't forget, "Those that can't teach... teach gym."

Or economics, or weights.

 

[MikePro]

i used to have drawing battles with my 2nd-grade teacher... where I'd draw a picture of her getting eaten by a dinosaur and the next day I'd find a revised drawing in my desk of her walking the dinosaur like a pet with hearts all over the page. This went on for the whole year. Airplanes, tanks, animals... I must have tried "killing" my teacher 30 times and she kept revising my drawings in different ways where she "befriended" her attackers.

most teachers, nowadays, would send you straight to the principal's office (or the psychiatrist) for what I drew... she made a game of it with me and I LOVED IT!

 

[AUTO-FX]

I was a drawer. No not a drawer, a draw-er. I drew a lot. Doodles, landscapes, in pencil , crayon (when i was little) I remember getting a set of water color markers that had like a hundred colors and i was livin large baby!
All through junior high i doodled my way through most of my classes. All my friends had me drawing tattoos on them with permanent markers.
As an adult (dare I really say that?) i only draw when I have to for jobs, but not for pleasure. been thinking of taking up painting but havent figured out where to start yet.

 

[surf city]

Yeah I was creative.............creativley thinking about girls. And I used to draw a hell of a lot. and there was also the paint incident when I was 12. That involved orange spray paint, newspaper and masking tape and a 3 week old Honda Z-50 that belonged to a friend that didn't like the red flake paint that the bike was painted and we will leave it at that.

 

[Billct2]

I was more creative with words than pictures.
Though I did love graph paper to run my battles on, using little square to create the scene, when I first started cleaning up pixelated images I felt right at home.
I do remember a college sculpture class I took where the first assignment was to carve our ownclaymodelingtools My buddy and I ran with it, his looked liked African folk art animals and mine were like Modigliani figures, and they did the job they were intendedto do. We both got Fs, he wanted them to look like the tools you bought at the art store.

 

[Marlene]

it doesn't have to be a drawing but just being a little different in general, always thinking outside the box, seeing the things in a way others might not have seen (or is it just me...)

my parents got called in to school a lot with me. once they got a call that I was morbid and only used black crayons and black construction paper. I used them because we had to share these things and paper would be chopped up, crayons with the pretty colors just little dull butt ends. black wasn't as popullar so the paper was in good shape and the crayons full and sharp. I wasn't morbid, just making a logical choice.

when I started high school the guidance counselor said I was "creative" and talked me into taking mechanical drawing. this was the late 1960's and as it turned out, I ended up being the first gril to take a "shop" class at our high school. these were the protest years so I had tons of girls coming up to me as if I was a martyr when really I just that outside the box kid they didn't know what to do with.

 

[GypsyGraphics]

i went to a strict catholic school, where creativity was frowned upon

i never drew pretty pictures, but i'd draw all kinds of contraptions that showed how things were made... like pillows. the drawing started with feathery chickens, followed by fluffers and pluckers and ended with naked chickens a fluffy pillow. (chicken feather pillows, ewww)

even by high school... still no pretty pictures... but tons of stick figure books, some that i got in trouble for.

 

[JR's]

So Marlene, was it scribbles in the middle of the page or was it really a bird's nest? ;-}

GG I went to Catholic school to. I remember coming home with a handprint across my face. The next day my mother came into school to talk to the teacher. I was yelling out loud go-ahead mom give it to her. Slap her in the face.
Then my mother found out why I got slapped. It's was all downhill from there. I was looking under the nuns that dress whatever that thing is. Not because I was a perv. But because my friend said the nuns float like angels. Yeah right.

JR

 

[daveb]

Marlene... surely you've heard, "Those that can... do. Those that can't... teach." And don't forget, "Those that can't teach... teach gym."

Down here most of them that can't teach end up in Washington DC:ROFLMAO:. Sad but true.

 

[WildWestDesigns]

my parents got called in to school a lot with me. once they got a call that I was morbid and only used black crayons and black construction paper.

I was a fan of skeletor growing up and that got a phone call to the parents. Nowadays though I think that would have gotten me sent to the shrink with my parents. Or they would have read the riot act to me.

 

[d fleming]

Used to get in trouble for using ketchup and mustard as paint on the tables at Krystals as a kid. What are you supposed to do when they put it in those little squeeze bottles with the adjustable tips?

 

[signmeup]

Down here most of them that can't teach end up in Washington DC:ROFLMAO:. Sad but true.

Yeah... we get that up here too.

 

[J Hill Designs]

I took things apart - basically everything I could get my hands on - my brother caught me trying to hacksaw open a 3006 bullet once :Oops:

 

[Jillbeans]

I was so creative that I was an outcast, and I encouraged it.
I was always the most talented kid in my grade (not bragging)
I won every contest, every award, blah blah blah.
In high school I had an old pom-pom corps jacket from my sister, I picked off the letters and sewed on ones that read "ARTIST".
Took every art class there was.
Did not take typing because I was going to be a famous artist. Ha!
Got a real wake-up call when I went to art school and was no longer the best, most unique, or most creative, and life has pretty much corporatized my creativity and I learned to be a sign whore.
Someday when I'm old I will again become creative.
Love....Jill
PS
Adrian I totally hear you about the gym teacher thing.
What a power trip for me when I was in 11th grade to tell my c*nty gym teacher that no, I would not be painting a mural of gymnasts in her office that year.