Life is what happens while we're making plans
I think Kendra is finally realizing her mistake, because Joe is being extra douchey lately.
I forget how many of you on my list know exactly what I am talking about.
Whatever, you know you agree.
History continues itself, and I did not create the rules.
THIS PLACE HAS BROKEN MY AMERICAN HEART!!!!
Not quite.
Am I going to come away from this semester feeling fully fulfilled? I don't think so. I feel like my freshman year didn't live up to the expectations I had had for it. "Feel" is a bad word, because that is a fact. Let us consider the other pole though.
Had I attended the AIB, I would have been doing photo all year. One of the reasons I liked last semester so much was because of my photo class. But despite the fact that I was fed up with my drawing class half the time, I think I really actually enjoyed it and got a lot out of it. My critical sutdies were really great last semester thanks to pretty darn good luck. I want to have Michael Pak's asian babies. Sarah Bapst wasted four hours of every single one of my thursday mornings though. It was MassArt's equivalent of the one class I went to with Rachel one time, and I liked their's a lot better. If Sarah Bapst wasn't such a flake it would have been much better, but alas...
This semester is 75% bullshit. That is about 75% emphasis on concept, and a minimum emphasis on actual skill. It makes me despise this semester. Concept isn't a bad thing, BUT THIS IS FRESHMAN YEAR! Concepts ar emuch better realized when we can do shit right, bitches. you shoudln't be teaching about recreational drug use to drive golf balls. Arr.
I won't doubt how my life has turned out though. I dont think anything could have turned out much better. It's certainly been a less than perfect year, but you can't expect that much out of life. I am definitely happy with most of what I have ended up with, and the other bit can certainly be taken care of later on. But right now, We've got a job to do, and this is it.
Piebald seeped into the pores of this entry.
We have the best job ever, yeah, we really got lucky. We're nobody's robots, yeah, we're nobody's monkey.
Fuck hot glue.
I forget how many of you on my list know exactly what I am talking about.
Whatever, you know you agree.
History continues itself, and I did not create the rules.
THIS PLACE HAS BROKEN MY AMERICAN HEART!!!!
Not quite.
Am I going to come away from this semester feeling fully fulfilled? I don't think so. I feel like my freshman year didn't live up to the expectations I had had for it. "Feel" is a bad word, because that is a fact. Let us consider the other pole though.
Had I attended the AIB, I would have been doing photo all year. One of the reasons I liked last semester so much was because of my photo class. But despite the fact that I was fed up with my drawing class half the time, I think I really actually enjoyed it and got a lot out of it. My critical sutdies were really great last semester thanks to pretty darn good luck. I want to have Michael Pak's asian babies. Sarah Bapst wasted four hours of every single one of my thursday mornings though. It was MassArt's equivalent of the one class I went to with Rachel one time, and I liked their's a lot better. If Sarah Bapst wasn't such a flake it would have been much better, but alas...
This semester is 75% bullshit. That is about 75% emphasis on concept, and a minimum emphasis on actual skill. It makes me despise this semester. Concept isn't a bad thing, BUT THIS IS FRESHMAN YEAR! Concepts ar emuch better realized when we can do shit right, bitches. you shoudln't be teaching about recreational drug use to drive golf balls. Arr.
I won't doubt how my life has turned out though. I dont think anything could have turned out much better. It's certainly been a less than perfect year, but you can't expect that much out of life. I am definitely happy with most of what I have ended up with, and the other bit can certainly be taken care of later on. But right now, We've got a job to do, and this is it.
Piebald seeped into the pores of this entry.
We have the best job ever, yeah, we really got lucky. We're nobody's robots, yeah, we're nobody's monkey.
Fuck hot glue.