Yesterday was an amazing day
Yes. Yesterday was an amazing day. It was arguably the best day I've had here at OU so far. See, these past few weeks I've been extremely stressed because I had two midterms this week (one more serious than the other). On top of that, I was kind of starting to question if OU was the right place for me. It mostly has to do with how a good deal of the people in my hall are douchebags. Also, my classes are starting to drag and I may already be starting to feel burnt out on school. I have this 7 to 10 Drawing class that I absolutely hate being at... the room is always hot, it's damn late, and I suck at drawing.
But yesterday reminds me of why I'm here -- to create the best damn photography I can. While I'm supposed to have other classes, that's really the focus here. Up until yesterday, my photography class has been pretty basic, pretty boring, and not too much to do with my aspirations of a photo class. My professor is cool as hell though. He's a grad student who's all about experimenting and trying out everything possible.
My drawing teacher is nice, but sometimes I'm not sure about how good of a teacher he really is. It's okay, though. I just have to get through this quarter and stay as far away from drawing as possible.
My Seeing and Knowing Art class is basically an intro to art, art philosophy, and art history. We think our teacher is an alcoholic. He definitely has some asshole sides to him, but it's all in good fun. He told this really intense, amazing, might-not-have-been-true story the other day. I was seriously impressed. But this is college in a way. How many high school classes involve a story being told by a professor and at the end, the entire class erupts in clapping. Amazing.
I think my Poli Sci teacher is a conservative, but seeing as how I didn't start to suspect this until the 2nd or 3rd week of classes makes it all right. He really is pretty objective. It's usually an interesting class, but the midterm stressed me the fuck out. All this week I've been staying up until 5 in the morning studying for it... but the redemption was truly mine as I think I got at least a B on it. I hope.
Speaking of politics, Kerry killed it last night. There's no denying that. Bush cannot speak clearly. Bush completely missed what Kerry was talking about when Bush kept talking about how sending a "Wrong Place, Wrong Time" message to the troups is a bad thing... because that wasn't what Kerry was saying at all. Kerry was saying, "Hey, it was definitely the wrong decision, I'm going to be strong and get us out of it the way it should have began in the first place -- with the help of the rest of the world." He was also saying, "Hey, if he could make such aggressive decisions once, despite Bush continually saying that he would use war as a last resort [and he truly didn't use it as a last resort], he's liable to make similar decisions in the future." I goddamn wish I could vote. It's tragic.
Anyway. As to why yesterday was amazing...
I finally got my Poli Sci midterm out of the way. That was truly satisfying because I felt I did well AND I worked really hard to do so. The weather was AMAZING. Oh man. Then I went to photo class and got to work in the darkroom for the first time since the end of last school year. We made some photograms, but it involved so much more creativity than the ones I did in high school. I just felt a rush in there. The equipment and safelights and all that is such a better situation than my high school darkroom too.
Then I checked out an easel and some contrast filters. I made a few prints. No dust. Anyone who is familiar with my previous darkroom experience, dust is always a problem for me. Amazing.
I left. We played a debate drinking game. Kerry did well. Didn't feel sick whatsoever. Played some poker. John and I split the pot... so I made... a dollar. Crashed at Chris's dorm. And that's it. Great day.
Sorry for the long update... wait, no I'm not. It would be abnormal any other way. Mellow Mix 4 is on its way.
Also. My roommate is a really light sleeper. And so I come home late from studying or poker or general hanging out and small shit like a creak of a drawer, door, etc. will wake him up. So I feel like he tells everyone he meets that his roommate is loud as fuck and totally inconsiderate and wakes him up because any time I meet someone and they're like, "Oh, you're Brad's roommate? I hear you come home late every night and wake him up..." I can't help that he's a light sleeper. Normal people don't wake up that easily. So basically, I'm tired of hearing about it. Whew. Talk about letting everything out in a journal. ;)
But yesterday reminds me of why I'm here -- to create the best damn photography I can. While I'm supposed to have other classes, that's really the focus here. Up until yesterday, my photography class has been pretty basic, pretty boring, and not too much to do with my aspirations of a photo class. My professor is cool as hell though. He's a grad student who's all about experimenting and trying out everything possible.
My drawing teacher is nice, but sometimes I'm not sure about how good of a teacher he really is. It's okay, though. I just have to get through this quarter and stay as far away from drawing as possible.
My Seeing and Knowing Art class is basically an intro to art, art philosophy, and art history. We think our teacher is an alcoholic. He definitely has some asshole sides to him, but it's all in good fun. He told this really intense, amazing, might-not-have-been-true story the other day. I was seriously impressed. But this is college in a way. How many high school classes involve a story being told by a professor and at the end, the entire class erupts in clapping. Amazing.
I think my Poli Sci teacher is a conservative, but seeing as how I didn't start to suspect this until the 2nd or 3rd week of classes makes it all right. He really is pretty objective. It's usually an interesting class, but the midterm stressed me the fuck out. All this week I've been staying up until 5 in the morning studying for it... but the redemption was truly mine as I think I got at least a B on it. I hope.
Speaking of politics, Kerry killed it last night. There's no denying that. Bush cannot speak clearly. Bush completely missed what Kerry was talking about when Bush kept talking about how sending a "Wrong Place, Wrong Time" message to the troups is a bad thing... because that wasn't what Kerry was saying at all. Kerry was saying, "Hey, it was definitely the wrong decision, I'm going to be strong and get us out of it the way it should have began in the first place -- with the help of the rest of the world." He was also saying, "Hey, if he could make such aggressive decisions once, despite Bush continually saying that he would use war as a last resort [and he truly didn't use it as a last resort], he's liable to make similar decisions in the future." I goddamn wish I could vote. It's tragic.
Anyway. As to why yesterday was amazing...
I finally got my Poli Sci midterm out of the way. That was truly satisfying because I felt I did well AND I worked really hard to do so. The weather was AMAZING. Oh man. Then I went to photo class and got to work in the darkroom for the first time since the end of last school year. We made some photograms, but it involved so much more creativity than the ones I did in high school. I just felt a rush in there. The equipment and safelights and all that is such a better situation than my high school darkroom too.
Then I checked out an easel and some contrast filters. I made a few prints. No dust. Anyone who is familiar with my previous darkroom experience, dust is always a problem for me. Amazing.
I left. We played a debate drinking game. Kerry did well. Didn't feel sick whatsoever. Played some poker. John and I split the pot... so I made... a dollar. Crashed at Chris's dorm. And that's it. Great day.
Sorry for the long update... wait, no I'm not. It would be abnormal any other way. Mellow Mix 4 is on its way.
Also. My roommate is a really light sleeper. And so I come home late from studying or poker or general hanging out and small shit like a creak of a drawer, door, etc. will wake him up. So I feel like he tells everyone he meets that his roommate is loud as fuck and totally inconsiderate and wakes him up because any time I meet someone and they're like, "Oh, you're Brad's roommate? I hear you come home late every night and wake him up..." I can't help that he's a light sleeper. Normal people don't wake up that easily. So basically, I'm tired of hearing about it. Whew. Talk about letting everything out in a journal. ;)