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...and now i'm not home hahahahaha. :B i'm back in Salem as of last night, but strangely enough, i feel happy.
i think it's because i'm in the final stretch. i also dropped my organic chemistry class, it was too much to shove into my brain. and i also considered changing my major, and as of right now, it's looking like i will be switching to...
drum roll please...
art major with a concentration in graphic design!
yeah i know, a big leap.
but kevin looked at what i brought from home for my portfolio and was seriously impressed. and not because he's my best friend, he's tough on art. he'll tell someone if they suck, he doesn't tolerate bad art. he said it's better than a lot of the portfolios he's seen.
now, he's going to help me finish building it up, which means observational drawings and a couple other projects. and i'm a LOT happier.
why?
high school MURDERED my feel for art. kind of. i had an art class with mrs. baker, who is in my mind the BEST art teacher i have ever had. she pushed me to be the best i could, while giving my constructive criticism and making me feel good about my work.
photography teacher? ...not so much. the criticism was just criticism, and harsh at that. never was it constructive, and generally, i never felt good in that class. i felt like the stray dog that got kicked around to try and be the purebred that i wasn't going to be. she made me feel like i would never make it in art.
kevin thinks she's a crazy loon now. i told her the stuff she told me, and he thought it was BS.
and now, i want to prove her wrong. i want her to eat her words and show her that i can, and WILL, succeed at art, no matter what.
it's a great feeling.
now then, i have to go back to class. i've been droning on and not listening. oops.
toodles!
i think it's because i'm in the final stretch. i also dropped my organic chemistry class, it was too much to shove into my brain. and i also considered changing my major, and as of right now, it's looking like i will be switching to...
drum roll please...
art major with a concentration in graphic design!
yeah i know, a big leap.
but kevin looked at what i brought from home for my portfolio and was seriously impressed. and not because he's my best friend, he's tough on art. he'll tell someone if they suck, he doesn't tolerate bad art. he said it's better than a lot of the portfolios he's seen.
now, he's going to help me finish building it up, which means observational drawings and a couple other projects. and i'm a LOT happier.
why?
high school MURDERED my feel for art. kind of. i had an art class with mrs. baker, who is in my mind the BEST art teacher i have ever had. she pushed me to be the best i could, while giving my constructive criticism and making me feel good about my work.
photography teacher? ...not so much. the criticism was just criticism, and harsh at that. never was it constructive, and generally, i never felt good in that class. i felt like the stray dog that got kicked around to try and be the purebred that i wasn't going to be. she made me feel like i would never make it in art.
kevin thinks she's a crazy loon now. i told her the stuff she told me, and he thought it was BS.
and now, i want to prove her wrong. i want her to eat her words and show her that i can, and WILL, succeed at art, no matter what.
it's a great feeling.
now then, i have to go back to class. i've been droning on and not listening. oops.
toodles!