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I realize I've been venting a lot but things have actually been going really well. For all that my drawing teacher treats me as if I'm an ego made of glass, I understand that he is attempting to be supportive. He is certainly v. generous; he even lent me his brand new woodless pencils (pure graphite with a thin protective layer on the handle) the other day bc I had no graphite of my own.
My English teachers are really remarkable people;;;;; so articulate and passionate about their work, I envy them. In Twice Told Tales, we're currently reading Wide Sargasso Sea, which tells the stories of our arrogant and unlucky Lord Rochester and his insane Creole wife before their paths intersect with Jane's in Jane Eyre. More and more, the notion of the 'twice told tale' is reminding me of fanfiction and roleplay gaming. The same personalities, but different worlds and time/lines and computer keys. Creative writing class is nice, aside from the fact that I'm practically hyperventilating before ever critique. Well, I should get my blood moving anyway.
My abnormal psychology teacher rocks hardcore. Professionally, he's been in the field for years, and has the equivalent number of stories to tell. One of his favorite people ever was Norton I, Emperor of the United States (1819-1880).
Only my economics teacher is useless. Rants at and farts chalk all over the blackboard, literally doesn't see the students' hands raise when we have questions. She graduated from Cornell and seems really gifted with her understanding of the theory, but she's a rotten teacher. It's sad.
Today, I bought half a chocolate cake for our drawing class 'pot luck and critique.' They had no big boxes, but I didn't want to bring a zillion tiny boxes for a zillion tiny slices, so the clerk was really sweet and lent me a big black plate to bring it to class with, though that's against company policy. I will have to return it in the night, when his boss is gone with the day shift.
^^^ I want to be one of these in my next life.
Edit: gjks I forgot to note. Last night I had the most beautiful dream where I found my hat again. :( Downer.
My English teachers are really remarkable people;;;;; so articulate and passionate about their work, I envy them. In Twice Told Tales, we're currently reading Wide Sargasso Sea, which tells the stories of our arrogant and unlucky Lord Rochester and his insane Creole wife before their paths intersect with Jane's in Jane Eyre. More and more, the notion of the 'twice told tale' is reminding me of fanfiction and roleplay gaming. The same personalities, but different worlds and time/lines and computer keys. Creative writing class is nice, aside from the fact that I'm practically hyperventilating before ever critique. Well, I should get my blood moving anyway.
My abnormal psychology teacher rocks hardcore. Professionally, he's been in the field for years, and has the equivalent number of stories to tell. One of his favorite people ever was Norton I, Emperor of the United States (1819-1880).
Only my economics teacher is useless. Rants at and farts chalk all over the blackboard, literally doesn't see the students' hands raise when we have questions. She graduated from Cornell and seems really gifted with her understanding of the theory, but she's a rotten teacher. It's sad.
Today, I bought half a chocolate cake for our drawing class 'pot luck and critique.' They had no big boxes, but I didn't want to bring a zillion tiny boxes for a zillion tiny slices, so the clerk was really sweet and lent me a big black plate to bring it to class with, though that's against company policy. I will have to return it in the night, when his boss is gone with the day shift.
^^^ I want to be one of these in my next life.
Edit: gjks I forgot to note. Last night I had the most beautiful dream where I found my hat again. :( Downer.