messy windows
Their comments ranged from "less messy more planny" to "mad chill." This must be good. I feel good.
These are from my brilliant writing students who just might paint a window on our classroom's cinder block wall in the basement of our building in the far corner of our campus. (It's so far I didn't really know it was our campus. I thought it was some eye processing plant. Weird science control.)
I guess since its all illegal for my students (under 21) to possess spray cans or markers, and since its illegal for me to unionize with my $2 an hour, basement trolling, composition teaching and grumbling grad students, then its all good for us to be locked in the oversize closet off the hallway underneath the concrete auditorium. I heart NY...
Was it sunny yesterday? Who gives a shit. I bought yellow underwear and they think I'm "mad chill."
Fuck it. If I'm quitting in May, why shouldn't we put up a window. I'll bring in the sharpies. I'll be the illicit supplier to my underage NY delinquents. For their research projects they wonder, what motivates different age groups to produce graffiti? What effect does motivation have on style?
But it might be lame. Maybe a friendly janitor would catch us, and maybe he just wouldn't understand. Not everybody gets decadent, entitlement-issue private school brats who think windows are a human right. I do. (Empathy makes me feel tough.) But it might be lame. Besides, I think the paint and ink law only applies in the city.
These are from my brilliant writing students who just might paint a window on our classroom's cinder block wall in the basement of our building in the far corner of our campus. (It's so far I didn't really know it was our campus. I thought it was some eye processing plant. Weird science control.)
I guess since its all illegal for my students (under 21) to possess spray cans or markers, and since its illegal for me to unionize with my $2 an hour, basement trolling, composition teaching and grumbling grad students, then its all good for us to be locked in the oversize closet off the hallway underneath the concrete auditorium. I heart NY...
Was it sunny yesterday? Who gives a shit. I bought yellow underwear and they think I'm "mad chill."
Fuck it. If I'm quitting in May, why shouldn't we put up a window. I'll bring in the sharpies. I'll be the illicit supplier to my underage NY delinquents. For their research projects they wonder, what motivates different age groups to produce graffiti? What effect does motivation have on style?
But it might be lame. Maybe a friendly janitor would catch us, and maybe he just wouldn't understand. Not everybody gets decadent, entitlement-issue private school brats who think windows are a human right. I do. (Empathy makes me feel tough.) But it might be lame. Besides, I think the paint and ink law only applies in the city.