yessir...
I think I'm actually going to start writing in this journal on a daily
(well, not daily, but regular, anyway) basis from now on. If for no
other reason, just to use it as a form of...journaling. Remembering,
that kind of thing. School started today. Kind of...being a
'peer mentor,' I had to go in and talk with a bunch of freshmen for
three hours on life in highschool. Needless to say, it was not
only fuitless but particularly excruciating. Here I am, in front
of eight mindless kids (four of which were good friends (football team
together and all the like), of course. Which only lead to good
behavior, to say the least), talking about good study habits and
educational preparedness (which I don't even practice myself), full
knowing that the majority of them aren't going to make it through the
next year without failing. Absurdity. Then I got to take
them on a tour of the school -- and by "tour of the school," I mean
"yelling at them to stay within the group and chasing them down the
hall"). Ugh. Anyway, not fun. But the whole school
fiasco was made all the better by a covert early escape for pizza with
friends.
Yes. School has started. I'm, in some ways, looking forward to this next year. Get to experience a lot of things that I haven't in years past, live things my own way, differently. It'll be a refreshing and welcome change. Also, it's going to be busy as hell. Over the next three months I'll have classes, senior thesis, finishing my portfolio, applying to schools, planning my trip next summer, a course at Elmira College...well. Maybe that's not so bad...but it's more than I'm used to, anyway. I'm a very sedentary (well, not sedentary, but I like things my own way, at my own slow enjoyable leisurely pace...in a good way) person, and all of this jarring is not going to be fun, much less easy.
I also learned yesterday that my college application plans are foiled -- the plans being applying early decision to Purchase with my portfolio et al, seeing what came of that, and then worrying about whatever else wherever else. And, as I was filling out the SUNY general application, I came across the fact that Purchase does not partake in any form of early decision. Which is the epitome of blowingness. So now I'll be waiting around, biting the fuck out of my fingers and whatever body part I can get my teeth on, in the spring, just like I have been dreading having to do. Great. But at least I'm taking a Photo 1 course at Elmira College over the next few months, which will not only help with the portfolio building, but also be a good way of spending time and learning (granted, I'm not getting credit or able to work in the college darkroom. Which may be a blessing in disguise, seeing as I love my own darkroom and feel the most comfortable in it) -- and, come second semester, I can pay to take the course, get credit, and work one on one with Mrs. Cather in the room at the college. If I feel like it, of course.
Oh, I got into my first accident the other day, also. Driving by school, football practice was getting out. Some car jetted out in front of me (should've waited, that kind of thing), so I started to slow down to get some distance in between us, but, little did I know, he was turning left right after cutting in front of me. Hmm...now let's see, why didn't I know that he was turning, you may ask? Because he didn't signal. So he slams on his brakes to let traffic go by before he turns, and I rearend him. Commence freaking out. Pull off to the side of the road, apologize profusely, talk to the kid, check the car, continue freaking out, all that good stuff. I ask him for his insurance and all that, to which he replies "no, I'm fine" and takes off. Come to find, he's going into his sophomore year and doesn't have his license. Fucking A. Ah well, might be for the better not to get insurance involved. But I'm really looking forward to tomorrow when I approach him in school and ask him why he lied to me (Me - "Do you go to school here?" Him (after pulling out of EFA, and while wearing an EFA jersey) - "No.") and yell at him. Anyway...the car wasn't hurt too bad -- the main thing (other than the aesthetics of the front end), as far as the operation of the car is concerned, is that now, when going from one gear to the other (it's automatic), you don't have to push in the button on the knob -- so, theoretically, if it's hit while driving along, it could be hit into reverse. Which would not be good. Ugh. Anyway. But, yes, I'm off.
Question: If you were in love with this girl, would this picture make you even the littlest bit more in love with her? I sure think so. The prettiest.
Yes. School has started. I'm, in some ways, looking forward to this next year. Get to experience a lot of things that I haven't in years past, live things my own way, differently. It'll be a refreshing and welcome change. Also, it's going to be busy as hell. Over the next three months I'll have classes, senior thesis, finishing my portfolio, applying to schools, planning my trip next summer, a course at Elmira College...well. Maybe that's not so bad...but it's more than I'm used to, anyway. I'm a very sedentary (well, not sedentary, but I like things my own way, at my own slow enjoyable leisurely pace...in a good way) person, and all of this jarring is not going to be fun, much less easy.
I also learned yesterday that my college application plans are foiled -- the plans being applying early decision to Purchase with my portfolio et al, seeing what came of that, and then worrying about whatever else wherever else. And, as I was filling out the SUNY general application, I came across the fact that Purchase does not partake in any form of early decision. Which is the epitome of blowingness. So now I'll be waiting around, biting the fuck out of my fingers and whatever body part I can get my teeth on, in the spring, just like I have been dreading having to do. Great. But at least I'm taking a Photo 1 course at Elmira College over the next few months, which will not only help with the portfolio building, but also be a good way of spending time and learning (granted, I'm not getting credit or able to work in the college darkroom. Which may be a blessing in disguise, seeing as I love my own darkroom and feel the most comfortable in it) -- and, come second semester, I can pay to take the course, get credit, and work one on one with Mrs. Cather in the room at the college. If I feel like it, of course.
Oh, I got into my first accident the other day, also. Driving by school, football practice was getting out. Some car jetted out in front of me (should've waited, that kind of thing), so I started to slow down to get some distance in between us, but, little did I know, he was turning left right after cutting in front of me. Hmm...now let's see, why didn't I know that he was turning, you may ask? Because he didn't signal. So he slams on his brakes to let traffic go by before he turns, and I rearend him. Commence freaking out. Pull off to the side of the road, apologize profusely, talk to the kid, check the car, continue freaking out, all that good stuff. I ask him for his insurance and all that, to which he replies "no, I'm fine" and takes off. Come to find, he's going into his sophomore year and doesn't have his license. Fucking A. Ah well, might be for the better not to get insurance involved. But I'm really looking forward to tomorrow when I approach him in school and ask him why he lied to me (Me - "Do you go to school here?" Him (after pulling out of EFA, and while wearing an EFA jersey) - "No.") and yell at him. Anyway...the car wasn't hurt too bad -- the main thing (other than the aesthetics of the front end), as far as the operation of the car is concerned, is that now, when going from one gear to the other (it's automatic), you don't have to push in the button on the knob -- so, theoretically, if it's hit while driving along, it could be hit into reverse. Which would not be good. Ugh. Anyway. But, yes, I'm off.
Question: If you were in love with this girl, would this picture make you even the littlest bit more in love with her? I sure think so. The prettiest.