life happens.
it really, really does.
i had what seemed to be a terribly shitty day.
at nine-thirty this morning, i showed up for work (at school) and my office was locked.
awesome. so i couldn't work because none of the professors were there.
consequently i went to the basement to work on a graphic design project, threw my bag on the ground and moments later heard and unpleasant fizzing. my kombucha, which was sealed, sprung a leak and managed to cover everything.
then, i went to do my last day at arts high, showed up, and shannon was gone. no call, no e-mail. so after waiting fifteen minutes, i decide to start class. fourty-five minutes into class the new crazy principal shows up (still no sub, mind you) takes attendance, and then glares at me. Not paying attention to the fact that I managed to keep the unruly children in the class and conduct an actual lit class, she asks, "and who are you?" to which i replied quite eloquently something along the lines of an alumni who is currently writing her thesis on communities, particularly those associated in the arts, and has been shadowing shannon's class for the past week with the permission of jan, shannon, and other administrators, and with any luck, will produce a thesis to support the school's funding. needless to say, she immediately shut up, shook my hand and left.
whatever.
so, being frustrated, i just came to work early. that led me to quang with ronnie and joey. in essence, i was trapped in david lynch movie at a vietnamese restaurant.
BUT, alas, things got better. just before i started my shift, i checked my e-mail. waiting in my inbox was a message from the intern coordinator at the walker. she would like to set up an interview with me as soon as possible.
and then i become a big kid.
really, i am two things. ecstatic, for obvious reasons, and terrified. when i tried to think of my favorite exhibits at the walker over the last two years, my mind went blank. similar thing happened when i attempted to think of films and directors i like. once i calmed down and actually thought of what i enjoy, i became highly critical and decided that my answers are obvious, although true. does everybody love miranda july the same as i do? even her performance art? probably. and if i answer matthew barney, i may as well shoot myself in the foot.
then came the thought of what i will wear. i cannot look too buspro, because come on, that's neither me nor the walker. but similarly, i cannot look hipsterified and casual.
and i believe i have come to a striking conclusion: brown wool jumper from anthropologie, black turtle neck underneath, black leggings, and tall brown boots.
i am petrified.
i had what seemed to be a terribly shitty day.
at nine-thirty this morning, i showed up for work (at school) and my office was locked.
awesome. so i couldn't work because none of the professors were there.
consequently i went to the basement to work on a graphic design project, threw my bag on the ground and moments later heard and unpleasant fizzing. my kombucha, which was sealed, sprung a leak and managed to cover everything.
then, i went to do my last day at arts high, showed up, and shannon was gone. no call, no e-mail. so after waiting fifteen minutes, i decide to start class. fourty-five minutes into class the new crazy principal shows up (still no sub, mind you) takes attendance, and then glares at me. Not paying attention to the fact that I managed to keep the unruly children in the class and conduct an actual lit class, she asks, "and who are you?" to which i replied quite eloquently something along the lines of an alumni who is currently writing her thesis on communities, particularly those associated in the arts, and has been shadowing shannon's class for the past week with the permission of jan, shannon, and other administrators, and with any luck, will produce a thesis to support the school's funding. needless to say, she immediately shut up, shook my hand and left.
whatever.
so, being frustrated, i just came to work early. that led me to quang with ronnie and joey. in essence, i was trapped in david lynch movie at a vietnamese restaurant.
BUT, alas, things got better. just before i started my shift, i checked my e-mail. waiting in my inbox was a message from the intern coordinator at the walker. she would like to set up an interview with me as soon as possible.
and then i become a big kid.
really, i am two things. ecstatic, for obvious reasons, and terrified. when i tried to think of my favorite exhibits at the walker over the last two years, my mind went blank. similar thing happened when i attempted to think of films and directors i like. once i calmed down and actually thought of what i enjoy, i became highly critical and decided that my answers are obvious, although true. does everybody love miranda july the same as i do? even her performance art? probably. and if i answer matthew barney, i may as well shoot myself in the foot.
then came the thought of what i will wear. i cannot look too buspro, because come on, that's neither me nor the walker. but similarly, i cannot look hipsterified and casual.
and i believe i have come to a striking conclusion: brown wool jumper from anthropologie, black turtle neck underneath, black leggings, and tall brown boots.
i am petrified.