I went to a specialized arts high school (Music & Art in NYC, now LaGuardia HS). Admission was by portfolio and an entrance exam, so pretty much everyone was coming from a school where they were the best artist in their class. Our first homework assignment in our freshman drawing class was a basic "draw an everyday object from observation" project. After putting them up on the wall, the teacher proceeded to tell us that they were all boring, that none of us had considered composition or placement on the page, and that the stylistic tricks that might have gotten us in weren't enough now that we were there. It was rattling, but also undeniably true, and it was exiting that someone was treating a bunch of fourteen-year-old kids like ARTISTS. Almost twenty-five years later I've forgotten his name, but I've never forgotten that day, or any of the other strong but true crits I've gotten over the years.