Painting has been a hit with everyone. After weeks upon weeks of drawing, painting must seem like a great privilege. The students who once were giving me a hard time are now being nice and doing assignments, most of the time. And unfortunately, one of the best artists in either of my classes has become wordlessly disrespectful. She has been close with my mentor teacher for all four years of High School. He has nothing but nice things to say about her. She is also his teacher’s aid first period. She never says hi to me but always tells him hello and good bye. She takes over my space, moves my stuff around and replacing it with her stuff and acts as if she ‘belongs’ there more than I do. I wanna say, “Yes you belong here, you’ve been here for four years, longer than I certainly have, but you belong here for a different reason. You belong here as a high-school student and I belong there as a graduate student.You have to be here but I chose to be here.” If she only had been a little nicer to me, and said hello to me at least once, like her younger sister, who is a joy to have in class, than I wouldn’t feel as strong as I do about the situation. She also has a friend who is not in one art class, who has started comming in with her, to the art room all the time, and this girl is just as rude. Another thing that bothers me is that she never asks me if she can be excused from class, or anything else, she asks my mentor teacher and rolls her eyes and says “whatever” when he tells her to talk to me. So he just gave in, started to allow her to do things in my class. Today I didn’t even she her in class, she was randomly walking in and out of the back door with her friend. I assumed that she was doing her monochromatic painting outside, but realized she wasn’t when they came in with a pile of painted t-shirts. I looked outside after they left and saw that they had painted their names in acrylic paint on the sidewalk too. I told my mentor teacher about it, but he wasn’t startled by it. Oddly, he had been sitting at a desk in the back, facing out a window that had a direct view of the area where the girls were painting, throughout the entire period. He said oh they’ll be scrubbing that off on monday. He didn’t sound very sincere, so I decided to ask him the last name of the friend and what grade they were in. He told me, and I wrote each of them a referral for vandalism.