Friday, March 27, 2009

All play and no work

Apparently, children are the future of the world. Let me tell you, the future is in trouble. I've been working with my First Grade classes for about a month now and I can assure you: If global warming doesn't send herds of angry polar bears our way to kill us, these children will first.


They look cute eh? Just mulling around the classroom, doing their work, fingerpainting and whatsnot. Right? Wrong. These kids suck at fingerpainting. Maybe it is because they spend all their time trying to plan world domination. I mean, these kids are real degenerates. Look what they did to the poster of the kitty hanging in their class:

It is the kind of thing they find when they go into the psychopath's basement... 36 editions of Catcher in the Rye, a box full of hair, prophetic messages written on the wall in poop... and a picture of a kitten with thumbtacks in the eyes.


Yes, these kids are too busy coming up with violence to really do anything useful. Just take a look at their art (click each for a larger view):

I asked the little girl who drew this for an explanation. Apparently it is an elephant. An elephant? Are those ears or wings? Is that a trunk or a carrot? And why in the world does this elephant have two flower antennas sprouting out of his head? It seems that he is flying over the mountains. Either that or he is falling onto some jagged spikes. Sick children. Sick.


Next we have a picture of a house with a rainbow. Or something. Take a look at that rainbow though. Jagged little bugger, isn't it? None of the beauty and grace of usual rainbows. No, this looks like the house is fiery with static electricity. Or the house is getting sucked into some inter-dimensional portal. Or it is glowing from a nuclear fallout. Go ahead little boy, ruin the rainbows. Is nothing sacred?


Apparently this is... an acorn. In formal schoolwear. Looking greedily at whatever is hanging in the corner; what is that? A lightbulb? Someone's uvula? And what is the pink thing? I have no idea. Seriously kid, spend less time fantasizing about anthropomorphic nuts and more time practicing your drawing.


The kids thought it was great when I showed up wearing my cap. Apparently, it was the greatest thing that had ever happened to them since they discovered the tangy flavor of paste.


Here is another one of the culprits. He stole my cap. Right off my head. That is the way it is with children. First they steal your heart, then they steal your hats. Take a close look at him. Remember that face, it will one day be on a "Wanted" poster.


Yeah, yeah. They look cute. I know. But don't look deeply into their eyes. They want to eat your soul.