mica critiques and other such accomplishments
last night I dreamt I was on a travel basketball team like back in ninth grade, except the coach was warren linn [prof. at mica]; it was the last five minutes of the last game of the season and for the first time ever he acknowledged my presence on the team. he asked if I'd meant to play when I joined the team, and I replied nonsensically, so the next thing I knew I was on the court. and then I realized I didn't actually remember how to play basketball at all anymore, and completely lacked the muscle structure and motor skills to not suck.
so I'd say that's a pretty fair assessment of how my subconscious felt about my impending final critiques.
I walked to the bus stop this morning at 6:3o am like always to find no bus in sight. after being hit on by a construction worker [why the fuck must you all encourage these stereotypes?] and feeling sad for my rained-upon portfolio [and self] I was starting to panic - leave it my life to strand me at goucher on the day when I absolutely have to be in class. but lo and behold, late though it was, the bus showed up. and I thought I was saved.
until the driver started asking me for directions.
...oi ve. but it's over! I'll have one wrapping-up-type class next week and then that's it for mica. and while I still believe I'm not meant to be an artist, I struggled and I got through it, and that's pretty cool. even warren admitted that I grasped what he'd been trying to pound into my head.
in other news, I chose and accepted an internship, so I really must get to the paperworkings. also, I have a pirate coloring book. and pyratefest was fun and also sometimes not as much fun. but mostly fun [yarr].
so I'd say that's a pretty fair assessment of how my subconscious felt about my impending final critiques.
I walked to the bus stop this morning at 6:3o am like always to find no bus in sight. after being hit on by a construction worker [why the fuck must you all encourage these stereotypes?] and feeling sad for my rained-upon portfolio [and self] I was starting to panic - leave it my life to strand me at goucher on the day when I absolutely have to be in class. but lo and behold, late though it was, the bus showed up. and I thought I was saved.
until the driver started asking me for directions.
...oi ve. but it's over! I'll have one wrapping-up-type class next week and then that's it for mica. and while I still believe I'm not meant to be an artist, I struggled and I got through it, and that's pretty cool. even warren admitted that I grasped what he'd been trying to pound into my head.
in other news, I chose and accepted an internship, so I really must get to the paperworkings. also, I have a pirate coloring book. and pyratefest was fun and also sometimes not as much fun. but mostly fun [yarr].