The Beginning of the End
So I am officially down to one week left in Beaumont and having rather bitter sweet feelings about going home. I will miss most of my friend here, will be sad that the seniors are moving on, and I might actually miss the random stuff we end up doing around Beaumont simply because there's nothing to do. But at the same time, this semester has kicked my ass. I have worked hard and studied harder and focused more on school then I think I have ever done in my entire life and itd not seeming like its going to end up as being worth it. After all the effort put in I see myself getting mostly Bs and getting to see my GPA drop before my eyes. I guess its not too bad, I just am used to hard work producing As and not Bs.
On the finals front: Today I took my Judicial Process and History finals... niether one was easy, and I honestly don't know how I did. History I predict a B, high C at the worst, and Judicial Process I have no idea what it'll be. She gave us the vaguest question possible so I wrote 6 pages, it just depends on wiether or not that covered enough material for her.
I do at least have all of my photographs for photo done... All ten of them with only two more to mat. There are some in this set that I really love, that I will probably redo with some acid free tape and all that and hang up, but a lot of them I am not proud of at all. I'm kind of afraid of my critique, I don't think he will like most of them.
On a random note, this weekend I discovered another thing about college that I really like. Professors don't bother trying to hide that they are actual people and don't have a problem getting to know you personally. At Brook most of the teachers keep relationships strictly student teacher, talk about the material, question answer sessions. This probably sounds like its leading into a confession of dating a professor or something, but feel free to let that idea drop and breathe. Most of my teachers at Brook I never got to know. Those that I did, usually I had two years in a row and it took awhile for them to be comfortable about talking about their lives and acting like normal human beings. Here, however, I am at the end of a semester and Saturday night most of my photo class went to go see Carter's band play at the log-on cafe. I started thinking about it and how many of my teachers before would ever have brought up that they were in a band, let alone tell their class when and where they were playing and encouraged them to come. It was a kind of revelation that added to things I like about being here and being in the academy adn being in college. I think this semester I know most of my professors better then I would know even Ms. Moore at Brook after four years there. They are all just more open about communicating as reak people, as functioning adults, and leaving the student teacher conversation for the right situations.
I think that's about it for now. Tomorrow is Dead day, and i'm going to go take and shower and start my dead day celebration with a good 12 hours of sleep.
On the finals front: Today I took my Judicial Process and History finals... niether one was easy, and I honestly don't know how I did. History I predict a B, high C at the worst, and Judicial Process I have no idea what it'll be. She gave us the vaguest question possible so I wrote 6 pages, it just depends on wiether or not that covered enough material for her.
I do at least have all of my photographs for photo done... All ten of them with only two more to mat. There are some in this set that I really love, that I will probably redo with some acid free tape and all that and hang up, but a lot of them I am not proud of at all. I'm kind of afraid of my critique, I don't think he will like most of them.
On a random note, this weekend I discovered another thing about college that I really like. Professors don't bother trying to hide that they are actual people and don't have a problem getting to know you personally. At Brook most of the teachers keep relationships strictly student teacher, talk about the material, question answer sessions. This probably sounds like its leading into a confession of dating a professor or something, but feel free to let that idea drop and breathe. Most of my teachers at Brook I never got to know. Those that I did, usually I had two years in a row and it took awhile for them to be comfortable about talking about their lives and acting like normal human beings. Here, however, I am at the end of a semester and Saturday night most of my photo class went to go see Carter's band play at the log-on cafe. I started thinking about it and how many of my teachers before would ever have brought up that they were in a band, let alone tell their class when and where they were playing and encouraged them to come. It was a kind of revelation that added to things I like about being here and being in the academy adn being in college. I think this semester I know most of my professors better then I would know even Ms. Moore at Brook after four years there. They are all just more open about communicating as reak people, as functioning adults, and leaving the student teacher conversation for the right situations.
I think that's about it for now. Tomorrow is Dead day, and i'm going to go take and shower and start my dead day celebration with a good 12 hours of sleep.