Following in unknown/known footsteps...
This, I think, is the first post I've done that hasn't been a song title/quote or movie/show quote. Why, you ask? Well, I am musing. Waxing Philosophic (which would be a good band name.)
After the first week of school, how am I doing? I feel GREAT. Physically, mentally, spiritually. I am feeling the best I have in years. I am doing something for myself to better some skill sets and reach a new level, meeting new and interesting people and enjoying the sights and company of this previously mythical beast called Girls My Own Age. Its been heaven.
I was talking to my parents before I started school, telling them what I was going into and the like and I found out that my Dad used to study art to a degree before he gave it up for other things. It was quite surprising because it seems like every time I brought up art with my Dad before, he would almost tune out. Not to an extreme degree, but a perceptable "pulling back"? There are some things that I need to learn yet from both of my parents, but I have to be careful about how I approach those things. He may have had a bad experience and would be reluctant to dredge up old skeletons.
Anyhow, thats the first part of the post title, the next part is I am really really tempted to take a post at the campus radio station. Probably nothing more than a weekend sort of thing, but it would be incredably interesting. My parents met because of the radio, I owe my exsistance to the bloomin thing. Could I afford to sac that time at this time though? I dunno. I'll have to study on it. In the mean time I figure my class will give me some strong practice that I could put immediately to Pereos, I will continue to talk with my fellow classmates and gain friends and I will pass this class with at least a B.
Tally HO!
After the first week of school, how am I doing? I feel GREAT. Physically, mentally, spiritually. I am feeling the best I have in years. I am doing something for myself to better some skill sets and reach a new level, meeting new and interesting people and enjoying the sights and company of this previously mythical beast called Girls My Own Age. Its been heaven.
I was talking to my parents before I started school, telling them what I was going into and the like and I found out that my Dad used to study art to a degree before he gave it up for other things. It was quite surprising because it seems like every time I brought up art with my Dad before, he would almost tune out. Not to an extreme degree, but a perceptable "pulling back"? There are some things that I need to learn yet from both of my parents, but I have to be careful about how I approach those things. He may have had a bad experience and would be reluctant to dredge up old skeletons.
Anyhow, thats the first part of the post title, the next part is I am really really tempted to take a post at the campus radio station. Probably nothing more than a weekend sort of thing, but it would be incredably interesting. My parents met because of the radio, I owe my exsistance to the bloomin thing. Could I afford to sac that time at this time though? I dunno. I'll have to study on it. In the mean time I figure my class will give me some strong practice that I could put immediately to Pereos, I will continue to talk with my fellow classmates and gain friends and I will pass this class with at least a B.
Tally HO!