A simple update, perhaps.
Things have been pretty crazy lately as the semester has been winding down.
SCHOOL:
-I have my last critique of the semester for photo tomorrow. Then just a few simple writing assignments and one class will be done!
-Bookmaking requires one more one-of-a-kind artist book, which I have conceptualized but have yet to start the fabrication. It's due in 2 weeks.
-Art history (seminar about the maternal form) requires a presentation of my paper topic in 2 weeks with the 15 page paper due the following week. Have not been slacking on research, but need to start writing.
-Oh, and a ton of grading for the 2 classes I teach. But that's beside the point.
OTHER:
So many things happened/stacked up this semester that I'm actually doing pretty well considering. Besides all that, however, I had a major stress out day yesterday when, to our surprise, the back door had been left open and Lux completely ran away. We spent the next 3 1/2 hours of our evening searching for her until it got dark and we gave up for the evening, concluding that someone must have picked her up. Upon returning home, I girlishly lost it, so to speak, feeling all sorts of stress, worry, self-blame, and complete exhaustion. After the emotional purging I found it completely useless to try to do work as I was incredibly tired and had no attention span. I eventually passed out amidst the books on my bed, which Matt was kind enough to clear off for me when he came back over around midnight.
This morning we visited the local dog shelter/pound and checked for Lux. She was not there. We came back home and were about to give up again and make fliers later... when lo and behold, Matt looks out the front window of the living room and Lux is in the front yard taking a crap. He calls her in and she was exceptionally happy to be back in the house. I'm guessing she must have slept somewhere less than desirable that night since there were little things stuck in her fur and she seemed happier than normal (which, if you know Lux, is exceedingly happy). Unfortunately for me, I still felt a little like a bus had hit me and have been facing extreme exhaustion all day, but I am so grateful that I have the relief of having my sweet little doggie back.
Now I'm over at Oak Street trying to get at least one more print out (am mostly done otherwise) and typing like an idiot in a journal that I'm sure no one bothers to read anymore, but I suppose I just feel good releasing all this anxiety and information somewhere. I'm going home soon before I get too delirious to drive.
Ah, grad school. The most invigorating and exhausting experience ever. Well, maybe having kids can top it from that perspective, but as of yet I have no means for comparison.
Other journal (thelivingfilm) will have some new images, if anyone is curious.
SCHOOL:
-I have my last critique of the semester for photo tomorrow. Then just a few simple writing assignments and one class will be done!
-Bookmaking requires one more one-of-a-kind artist book, which I have conceptualized but have yet to start the fabrication. It's due in 2 weeks.
-Art history (seminar about the maternal form) requires a presentation of my paper topic in 2 weeks with the 15 page paper due the following week. Have not been slacking on research, but need to start writing.
-Oh, and a ton of grading for the 2 classes I teach. But that's beside the point.
OTHER:
So many things happened/stacked up this semester that I'm actually doing pretty well considering. Besides all that, however, I had a major stress out day yesterday when, to our surprise, the back door had been left open and Lux completely ran away. We spent the next 3 1/2 hours of our evening searching for her until it got dark and we gave up for the evening, concluding that someone must have picked her up. Upon returning home, I girlishly lost it, so to speak, feeling all sorts of stress, worry, self-blame, and complete exhaustion. After the emotional purging I found it completely useless to try to do work as I was incredibly tired and had no attention span. I eventually passed out amidst the books on my bed, which Matt was kind enough to clear off for me when he came back over around midnight.
This morning we visited the local dog shelter/pound and checked for Lux. She was not there. We came back home and were about to give up again and make fliers later... when lo and behold, Matt looks out the front window of the living room and Lux is in the front yard taking a crap. He calls her in and she was exceptionally happy to be back in the house. I'm guessing she must have slept somewhere less than desirable that night since there were little things stuck in her fur and she seemed happier than normal (which, if you know Lux, is exceedingly happy). Unfortunately for me, I still felt a little like a bus had hit me and have been facing extreme exhaustion all day, but I am so grateful that I have the relief of having my sweet little doggie back.
Now I'm over at Oak Street trying to get at least one more print out (am mostly done otherwise) and typing like an idiot in a journal that I'm sure no one bothers to read anymore, but I suppose I just feel good releasing all this anxiety and information somewhere. I'm going home soon before I get too delirious to drive.
Ah, grad school. The most invigorating and exhausting experience ever. Well, maybe having kids can top it from that perspective, but as of yet I have no means for comparison.
Other journal (thelivingfilm) will have some new images, if anyone is curious.