Domesticity
The thing about school is that it turns boring housework into self-indulgence, at least for a while. Today I had the decadent luxury of doing some laundry, walking to the grocery store, going out to the Market for some new bread, and concocting a pot of soup, all without having to think about what huge pile of things might be due tomorrow.
And besides all that, I also put my feet up for a while and read a book, and looked at many pictures of beads online. Summer vacation is the best.
Tomorrow I'll be starting my work in the book lab, so it's not going to be another summer of aimless drifting, like it was last year. I'm not sure whether I'm apprehensive about it or not. My main worry is that I won't have the self-discipline to go in every day and get things done, but really I suspect I will manage it just fine.
I do hope my brain un-fogs itself a little, as I start to get caught up on food and sleep. This last week has been grueling. This last semester, and indeed this whole last school year have been grueling. I wish there was a way to make school less hateful and discouraging. I suppose they don't actually intend for it to be so much like torture (do they?) but it seems to work out that way. I can't tell if the teachers have any idea how demanding some of their assignments actually are. At my Second-Year Review one of them made some rather patronizing remarks about how I should work on a larger scale, if I liked my one large-scale drawing so much, and clearly didn't understand at all about how difficult it is to work on huge projects when you have to haul them across town every day, and store them in the meantime.
Bah, I suspect I'm just complaining now. But I do feel like I've adapted remarkably well in some ways to a set of circumstances which are physically exhausting, and I've managed to do it without ruining my health too badly, without going broke (except for my student loans), and while keeping my grades generally decent. I've walked an awful lot of miles in the rain, carrying big stupid pieces of art, on very little food. It would be nice for someone to acknowledge that, instead of making remarks about how inadequate I am.
And besides all that, I also put my feet up for a while and read a book, and looked at many pictures of beads online. Summer vacation is the best.
Tomorrow I'll be starting my work in the book lab, so it's not going to be another summer of aimless drifting, like it was last year. I'm not sure whether I'm apprehensive about it or not. My main worry is that I won't have the self-discipline to go in every day and get things done, but really I suspect I will manage it just fine.
I do hope my brain un-fogs itself a little, as I start to get caught up on food and sleep. This last week has been grueling. This last semester, and indeed this whole last school year have been grueling. I wish there was a way to make school less hateful and discouraging. I suppose they don't actually intend for it to be so much like torture (do they?) but it seems to work out that way. I can't tell if the teachers have any idea how demanding some of their assignments actually are. At my Second-Year Review one of them made some rather patronizing remarks about how I should work on a larger scale, if I liked my one large-scale drawing so much, and clearly didn't understand at all about how difficult it is to work on huge projects when you have to haul them across town every day, and store them in the meantime.
Bah, I suspect I'm just complaining now. But I do feel like I've adapted remarkably well in some ways to a set of circumstances which are physically exhausting, and I've managed to do it without ruining my health too badly, without going broke (except for my student loans), and while keeping my grades generally decent. I've walked an awful lot of miles in the rain, carrying big stupid pieces of art, on very little food. It would be nice for someone to acknowledge that, instead of making remarks about how inadequate I am.