Panic and stuff
This time next week, I will be a college graduate (finally!). I picked up my cap and gown today (they are out of stock on the tassels, have to go back tomorrow) and my honors medallion. The graduation is Saturday morning, and unless I seriously screw something up in the next 36 hours or so, I'll be graduating summa cum laude--hopefully with my 4.0 intact, but that remains to be seen.
This time two weeks from now, I'll be on my honeymoon.
Right now, however, I've been up since Monday morning working on school stuff (finishing 11 sculptures for class, for example) and I'm just now starting to write the 6-8 page term paper that is due tomorrow at 1pm in my religion class. I have to discuss what I think is the "most significant characteristic of inter-faith relations between Muslims, Jews, and Christians over the centuries"... (I'm going to argue for "politics" being the most significant.) Somehow I'd been operating under the misguided delusion that the paper was due on Thursday, so I'd been putting all my effort to finishing the art stuff, figuring I'd sleep and have a whole day to work on the paper. Then I realized it was due Wednesday, and so now I have to write it on no sleep. Yeah, yeah, I should have been working on it already, but honestly we really couldn't do much before last Wednesday, as that was the final day of lecture and discussion in the class, which was pretty critical to coming up with our thesis statements and so on.
Since last week, my universe has been finishing the work for Sculpture III and Sculpture Independent Study. (Yes, I'm the maniac who is taking 8 credit hours of sculpture as part of her 16 hours for the semester.) I was behind on the work because of being sick for the first 4 months of the year, and then when I burned my hand it really set me back. I kept putting off the Big Push in the hopes that my hand would start feeling better and the work would be easier, but it never happened. So I had to do a lot of work compressed into less time, and do it largely left-handed. I felt like Bobo the Gorilla trying to do some of the painting details.
Stupid bandaged hand. Stupid second degree burns! The blisters are all tearing apart and peeling off now, so in addition to the normal pain, there's this awful stinging punctuated by sudden spikes of random pain as a delightful bonus.
Of the sculpture pieces that I did, the disassembled rose is my favorite. I haven't finished it yet (the bottom edges need to be boxed in with wood and cleaned up/hidden) but the important stuff is done:
Early stages. Other projects litter the floor behind:
Almost done, side views, top view:
Front view through the picture frame, you can see the illusion:
My driveway this morning...
Oh, and happy birthday gingy! I can't wait to see you guys at the wedding!
This time two weeks from now, I'll be on my honeymoon.
Right now, however, I've been up since Monday morning working on school stuff (finishing 11 sculptures for class, for example) and I'm just now starting to write the 6-8 page term paper that is due tomorrow at 1pm in my religion class. I have to discuss what I think is the "most significant characteristic of inter-faith relations between Muslims, Jews, and Christians over the centuries"... (I'm going to argue for "politics" being the most significant.) Somehow I'd been operating under the misguided delusion that the paper was due on Thursday, so I'd been putting all my effort to finishing the art stuff, figuring I'd sleep and have a whole day to work on the paper. Then I realized it was due Wednesday, and so now I have to write it on no sleep. Yeah, yeah, I should have been working on it already, but honestly we really couldn't do much before last Wednesday, as that was the final day of lecture and discussion in the class, which was pretty critical to coming up with our thesis statements and so on.
Since last week, my universe has been finishing the work for Sculpture III and Sculpture Independent Study. (Yes, I'm the maniac who is taking 8 credit hours of sculpture as part of her 16 hours for the semester.) I was behind on the work because of being sick for the first 4 months of the year, and then when I burned my hand it really set me back. I kept putting off the Big Push in the hopes that my hand would start feeling better and the work would be easier, but it never happened. So I had to do a lot of work compressed into less time, and do it largely left-handed. I felt like Bobo the Gorilla trying to do some of the painting details.
Stupid bandaged hand. Stupid second degree burns! The blisters are all tearing apart and peeling off now, so in addition to the normal pain, there's this awful stinging punctuated by sudden spikes of random pain as a delightful bonus.
Of the sculpture pieces that I did, the disassembled rose is my favorite. I haven't finished it yet (the bottom edges need to be boxed in with wood and cleaned up/hidden) but the important stuff is done:
Early stages. Other projects litter the floor behind:
Almost done, side views, top view:
Front view through the picture frame, you can see the illusion:
My driveway this morning...
Oh, and happy birthday gingy! I can't wait to see you guys at the wedding!