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The Cold War loomed large over American life, especially in the 1950s. Here, third graders at P.S. 152 in Queens duck under classroom tables as a civil defense exercise on November 21, 1951. The camera records their actions for the Federal Civil Defense Administration film, “Duck and Cover,” to teach school children about what to do in the event of an atomic attack. (Although how much protection the tables would be is highly debatable.)
Photo: Robert Wands for the AP
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In 3rd grade or so I had a very detailed dream about my elementary school counselor running a factory that turned kids into Thanksgiving food. I never saw that man the same again.
I always feel weird when someone calls me a "good" artist.
I am not a "good" artist.
I can only draw with references, only copy OTHER people's work through visual tracing.
The MOMENT you take that away my "good" artwork drops to the skill of a third grader.
So whenever someone asks about if I thought about going into tattooing, the answer is yes I have, and the answer is ALWAYS hell no.
A- if I fuck up someone has to deal with the consequences.
B-it's the equivalent of drawing and sharpie. And you cannot erase your mistakes.
C-I am faint at the side of blood.
D-I cannot create anything original, and nothing I draw is my own.
Therefore, I am NOT a "good" artist.
And in my opinion, "good" artists are those who can draw original artwork from their mind, occasionally using references in regards to proportions and orientations. (Of which I cannot do; therefore, I am not a good artist.)
One of the only clear things I remember from elementary school, is when we were watching Because of Winn Dixie
Our teacher paused it halfway through and started talking about how “it says a very bad word and if you need to go outside or to the office you can”
Now obviously, being 8, my entire class believed her. We were also all hillbillies and rednecks, I think like three of us at most weren’t from the Tennessee-Georgia-Florida line. We were all expecting some insane word we had never heard before. Something even an adult would warn us about!
At the end of the movie we asked why there was no curse, and the teacher was so surprised that a bunch of kids with farmer or ultra-Christian parents, who had kids in their 30s-40s, didn’t faint at the sentence “war is hell”
If anyone is able to help, Mrs. Johnson needs a few supplies for her third graders: https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/12X7ZP6XXXWQ6?ref_=wl_share This is for Monroe Primary School in South Bend. Please share as this increases the chances that someone will be able to help.
We make jokes about "they hit the Pentagon!" announcements, but I was in third grade when it all happened and they would routinely go over the intercom to inform us tiny babies what was going on as it happened