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Arguing with a 16 year old about the meaning of the word "blueprint" - Exhausting.
Watching that same 16 year olds world explode as they realize the difference between a rough architectural rendering sketch and a blueprint - Hilarious.
This:
is not this:
I should be asleep.
I'm not. Clearly.
Worked from 8:30am until 3:30pm. Packed my room during my lunch break, followed by a strange Thai Curry variation. Frenzied packing fest after I finished with my last school as our cab was picking us up Oh My Gawd Right Now! There had been some confusion earlier in the week about our departure time - originally they'd had us working until 4:15 while our homeward flight departed at 5:25 - recipe for Fail; and they cancelled our last sessions, giving us the narrowest margain to catch our flight in.
Just as we were packing, in comes wandering a student, all by her lonesome, "I have a 3:30 art appointment," looking at me hopefully.
"No you don't," I replied as I threw things in my art case.
Her face totally fell, at which point I took a precious moment to explain to her that the last sessions for Friday had been cancelled as we had a flight to catch. Her advisor was lurking as it turned out, and piped in with a very obnoxious "Did you inform anyone?"
Yes, I told her. Tamira (the lady in charge) sent out an email. Apparently this advisor hadn't been able to figure out how to check her email while on campus. (Dude, even I figured out how to check my email. There was a whole handout on how to connect to the interwebs!)
I shrugged and told I was sorry but I had a plane to catch, that there'd been a miscommuncation about the schedule when it had been made, and that she could do an art online session whenever she wanted.
And then the running to the cab, the driver of which was freaking out about our flight and traffic.
And in the end it was fine. Despite the panic and confusion and craziness.
I finished Sketchbook Project the First on the plane (I also read the first half of Blood Magic). A few adjustments on the cover, and I'll be mailing it along with Project the Second tomorrow or Monday. Project the Second has been lurking under the front seat of my car. It needs to not be under the front seat of my car, so I might as well send it in before I do something violent, like set it on fire.
Really, I could set the Project and my artcase on fire and I'd have a lovely end to the evening.
This is the 50 pound art case which is good for nothing but getting me horrified stares when I get it out of airline baggage after it's crashed and tumbled off the conveyor, taking out Joe So-and-So's luggage in the process. It wasn't funny until I could actually lift it on my own.
But it's still a horrible heavy nuisance.
I need to go to bed.
Watching that same 16 year olds world explode as they realize the difference between a rough architectural rendering sketch and a blueprint - Hilarious.
This:
is not this:
I should be asleep.
I'm not. Clearly.
Worked from 8:30am until 3:30pm. Packed my room during my lunch break, followed by a strange Thai Curry variation. Frenzied packing fest after I finished with my last school as our cab was picking us up Oh My Gawd Right Now! There had been some confusion earlier in the week about our departure time - originally they'd had us working until 4:15 while our homeward flight departed at 5:25 - recipe for Fail; and they cancelled our last sessions, giving us the narrowest margain to catch our flight in.
Just as we were packing, in comes wandering a student, all by her lonesome, "I have a 3:30 art appointment," looking at me hopefully.
"No you don't," I replied as I threw things in my art case.
Her face totally fell, at which point I took a precious moment to explain to her that the last sessions for Friday had been cancelled as we had a flight to catch. Her advisor was lurking as it turned out, and piped in with a very obnoxious "Did you inform anyone?"
Yes, I told her. Tamira (the lady in charge) sent out an email. Apparently this advisor hadn't been able to figure out how to check her email while on campus. (Dude, even I figured out how to check my email. There was a whole handout on how to connect to the interwebs!)
I shrugged and told I was sorry but I had a plane to catch, that there'd been a miscommuncation about the schedule when it had been made, and that she could do an art online session whenever she wanted.
And then the running to the cab, the driver of which was freaking out about our flight and traffic.
And in the end it was fine. Despite the panic and confusion and craziness.
I finished Sketchbook Project the First on the plane (I also read the first half of Blood Magic). A few adjustments on the cover, and I'll be mailing it along with Project the Second tomorrow or Monday. Project the Second has been lurking under the front seat of my car. It needs to not be under the front seat of my car, so I might as well send it in before I do something violent, like set it on fire.
Really, I could set the Project and my artcase on fire and I'd have a lovely end to the evening.
This is the 50 pound art case which is good for nothing but getting me horrified stares when I get it out of airline baggage after it's crashed and tumbled off the conveyor, taking out Joe So-and-So's luggage in the process. It wasn't funny until I could actually lift it on my own.
But it's still a horrible heavy nuisance.
I need to go to bed.