36 x 36 inches
Acrylic and oil on canvas
I've been a substitute teacher so I understand this fascinating creature.
The gal is more concerned about being a buddy than a teacher, but don't cross her. She scratches and bites ... and seems to know a suspicious and goodly amount about mental health.
The grizzled veteran is the classic retired guy ... now a dedicated sub, bravely sporting a bow tie around a bunch of teenagers ... who's deeply concerned about the academic, social, and emotional success of his victims ... uh ... students.
THE CHICK'S MESSAGES ...
I'm coming off a bad relationship ... that's why I moved here.
What's up with that freakin' Jimmy Foster kid.
I am not a fornicator!
I'm not a babysitter or prison guard, oh-kay?
This one guy stalked me for seven years.
Please don't tell the regular teacher I did that.
There's no cure for that one.
It's where you sit in a circle with the others and tell your nastiest secrets.
I'm renting right now.
Never marry a Navy SEAL. Ever.
I've got all of her albums.
Five different guys have asked me to marry them.
Third period was hell. Every one of those guys seemed insane.
I was a cheerleader for like two days.
Sure, I've got some cigarettes.
THE OLD VETERAN'S MESSAGES ...
Buster, you're messin' with the wrong Indian.
No, I don't have a condom you can borrow.
Go ahead, tell your mother I called you a loser. I'm over at Hickory Springs tomorrow anyway.
I worked for IBM for twenty-eight years.
My oldest son works at Red Lobster.
I've got a funny feeling your parents don't have any manners either.
You say you've already done all these worksheets?
I know your mother from church.
Fart all you want, cowboy ... my paybacks are hell.
I still don't trust the Russians. Or Eskimos.
What's that? Oh, when I'm not subbing I restore old fishing poles and for the last sixteen years I've been writing a book about my neighbors.
In my opinion, "sucks" is a cuss word, so you three have been in trouble for the last forty-five minutes.
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