And with the end of classes and the exhibition tomorrow...
I woke up on the hood of a car sometime around three in the morning last night. Yes, it was one of those. I vaguely remember this. Next thing I know my friend comes into my room to wake me up for my printmaking critique at 7.30am. I still have on shoes. However, not the ones from the night before. For some reason I changed my shoes and then got into bed. Drunkity drunk drunk drunk indeed.
What I like about Cortona is that teachers are right there with you. My print professor showed up 45 minutes late for class for the final critique as well. The sculpture teacher told us all about his torrid love affair with a 20 year old who he plans on marrying when he gets back. The art ihstory teacher fell on her ass in the middle of the bar drunk.
The girl I did the majority of my drinking with, as it was celebration for finishing her last test as an undergrad woke up slumped against the wall by the door to our building. At least she made it home?
Ahh yes, the fun of a glass of wine only costing 1 euro. I love it.
What I like about Cortona is that teachers are right there with you. My print professor showed up 45 minutes late for class for the final critique as well. The sculpture teacher told us all about his torrid love affair with a 20 year old who he plans on marrying when he gets back. The art ihstory teacher fell on her ass in the middle of the bar drunk.
The girl I did the majority of my drinking with, as it was celebration for finishing her last test as an undergrad woke up slumped against the wall by the door to our building. At least she made it home?
Ahh yes, the fun of a glass of wine only costing 1 euro. I love it.