Feed the men to all the Giants
Yesterday, while in my french class hamming it up for extensions on assignments, my friend Lydia calls and says "hey, im at your school." so she comes in with this kid (i say kid because at the time i had not a clue he was 23) that she met on the but 5 minutes prior. We hung out at clacamas, pioneer square, and short of writing a novel, it was good times. It was good up until the moment I ironically run into my sister while my mom was in the bathroom, after i had just ditched them to "do homework." My sister has never been cooler. she told me to run. Kudos to you Cilesse.
Out of 3 long block classes (oh the good and the bad of block schedule) I was late for all three. Not just "running in when the bell rings" late, but "visiting the attendance office in order to be allowed in" late. But i dont mind all that much. Gave me something to do durring the HOUR AND A HALF of each class.
Durring lunch, at Claire's house, I received an e-mail from Deva's guardian in Palo Alto telling me the following;
Ciera,
What is your address? I'll have the Academy send you admissions materials. You're very talented and you should go the the best art college available. The San Francisco Academy of Art University has a very prestigious reputation within the industry. I'd also be happy to write a professional reccomendation for you.
They have undergraduate tours of the campus Monday through Saturday and you are more than welcome to
come stay with us for a weekend if you're interested in taking a tour.
I can hardly handle this. She has offered me a place to live there, and I really want this. However, Without hesitation my mom rains on my parade by pointing out all MY faults, and how difficult it will be for me to handle living on my own. I dont know what she is getting at, and frankly I'd be perfectly content not knowing.
EDIT: Rite Aide followed through with photo development(a couple days late) and now my complaint is that i paid 18 dollars to develop two 35mm, low quality, LATE rolls.
Out of 3 long block classes (oh the good and the bad of block schedule) I was late for all three. Not just "running in when the bell rings" late, but "visiting the attendance office in order to be allowed in" late. But i dont mind all that much. Gave me something to do durring the HOUR AND A HALF of each class.
Durring lunch, at Claire's house, I received an e-mail from Deva's guardian in Palo Alto telling me the following;
Ciera,
What is your address? I'll have the Academy send you admissions materials. You're very talented and you should go the the best art college available. The San Francisco Academy of Art University has a very prestigious reputation within the industry. I'd also be happy to write a professional reccomendation for you.
They have undergraduate tours of the campus Monday through Saturday and you are more than welcome to
come stay with us for a weekend if you're interested in taking a tour.
I can hardly handle this. She has offered me a place to live there, and I really want this. However, Without hesitation my mom rains on my parade by pointing out all MY faults, and how difficult it will be for me to handle living on my own. I dont know what she is getting at, and frankly I'd be perfectly content not knowing.
EDIT: Rite Aide followed through with photo development(a couple days late) and now my complaint is that i paid 18 dollars to develop two 35mm, low quality, LATE rolls.