"What does this look like?"
It was 6th period in a 9th grade English class. They were doing "Vocabulary Pictures". The assignment was to take four of their vocabulary words and draw them.
The boy was illustrating "vow". I overheard the conversation he had with his tablemates. He decided to draw a ring on a finger, as in the vow one takes when getting married. A decent interpretation, I thought.
The other boys at his table didn't think his picture was very good.
(I am terrible at drawing. I avoid it as much as I possibly can. So, when a student asks if a picture is good, I never tell them that it's not. Most of the time, it's better than I could do. If it's not, then that student doesn't need my criticism. That student needs my support. And I am always nice to them about it.)
The boy then asked me what I thought of his drawing. He held it up for me.
I knew what he was going for. And if I looked very closely, I could see it. The ring was large and prominent as was the finger it was on. He had drawn the other fingers very small and close to the palm.
Perspective-wise, it was well done. Execution-wise...
He asked me what I thought it was. I swallowed my answer. I couldn't tell him.
I can't even tell you what I thought it looked like. I made a promise when I started this blog that there would be nothing objectionable on this blog. I checked a little box. That's why there's no content warning when you try to access the blog.
Before I can tell you what it looked like to me, I would need that content warning.
Of course, what I saw did not even occur to them. If it had...
I frantically searched for a lie. A plausible lie. What did it look like? Other than that. What could I say?
In the end I said I didn't know. The boy went on to his next panel. And I didn't laugh.
I really should worry about my mind.