All is well again
Well, I think that I may have finally found out what I'm going to do for living arrangements next year, thank God. I hate being that stressed out over something as minor as whether or not I would be living out of my car next year.
Kodos finally spoke to me in person. It was destiny. I had just turned in my studio portfolio(more about that damned thing later)and was leaving the art building. I had originally started heading out the front doors but then I remembered that I had parked closer to the back. So I turned around and headed down the stairs and standing before me was a group of people. I saw one blondhaired dude standing at the landing and just as I made my way down the last few steps he turned and there he was. "Hey, what's up" I believe were the first few words of our first real life conversation. I went into a sloppy account of my upcoming review as he debated on whether or not to attend an Art History class. Of course my reply was, "Fuck it" because I absolutely hate Art History. Well, it was hot out, and I felt like sleeping so I casually cut our conversation short with a, "Crystal is going to be soooo jealous" and went on my way. Whether he attended class or not I will never know...
Studio portfolio reviews are incredibly stressful. I will find out if I make it into the program on Thursday. You can receive a high pass, a pass, a conditional pass or a fail. I am hoping and praying for the pass. A conditional pass might not be that bad, but it means that I'd have to retake a class or two, which would suck but I could do it if I really wanted to pursue this whole Art Education thing. If I fail, I'm not going to come back here next year. I don't really know what I would do. I don't want to just go back home, I don't want to change my major and confirm the fact that I just wasted several thousand dollars and the last two years of my life and I don't want to be told that my work sucks. Argh, I wish that it was late Thursday night, and I wish that I was out with my friends celebrating my admission into the program instead of sitting at my computer and wondering tonight and probably for the rest of the week until I find out.
Computadora - A spanish computer
Kodos finally spoke to me in person. It was destiny. I had just turned in my studio portfolio(more about that damned thing later)and was leaving the art building. I had originally started heading out the front doors but then I remembered that I had parked closer to the back. So I turned around and headed down the stairs and standing before me was a group of people. I saw one blondhaired dude standing at the landing and just as I made my way down the last few steps he turned and there he was. "Hey, what's up" I believe were the first few words of our first real life conversation. I went into a sloppy account of my upcoming review as he debated on whether or not to attend an Art History class. Of course my reply was, "Fuck it" because I absolutely hate Art History. Well, it was hot out, and I felt like sleeping so I casually cut our conversation short with a, "Crystal is going to be soooo jealous" and went on my way. Whether he attended class or not I will never know...
Studio portfolio reviews are incredibly stressful. I will find out if I make it into the program on Thursday. You can receive a high pass, a pass, a conditional pass or a fail. I am hoping and praying for the pass. A conditional pass might not be that bad, but it means that I'd have to retake a class or two, which would suck but I could do it if I really wanted to pursue this whole Art Education thing. If I fail, I'm not going to come back here next year. I don't really know what I would do. I don't want to just go back home, I don't want to change my major and confirm the fact that I just wasted several thousand dollars and the last two years of my life and I don't want to be told that my work sucks. Argh, I wish that it was late Thursday night, and I wish that I was out with my friends celebrating my admission into the program instead of sitting at my computer and wondering tonight and probably for the rest of the week until I find out.
Computadora - A spanish computer