late time winter, open me up
My theory about beer drinking inducing nightmares was unfailingly confirmed last night as, after a Murphy's Stout, I proceeded to transform myself back to childhood, drowning in an algae filled pool in the mountains. I woke up suddenly and angrily at 8am, stumbling over strewn books and pants to turn off my alarm. It wasn't until my second rise at 8:45am that I realized the ground was no longer red with clay, but soft and white. It had snowed! North Carolina IS going to have a winter after all! As the sun begins to lay into the trees, there are only remaining bits of snow among birch leaves, and the towering gnarly oak is still hanging onto a few chunks. This oak tree is dressed entirely in ivy, which always reminds me of my days as a key club volunteer, trudging through the ivy-laiden, forested parks doing what others hate to do and removing that "noxious weed" (as tm might say).
I've just finished my thesis proposal (draft two) and a large cup of darjeeling with honey. Last night I wrote out my entire schedule for the rest of this semester still in subtle awe of the fact that I am indeed graduating and it is indeed "on time". After my vascilating interest in politics and art one might think four years impossible for me, let alone to leave guilford in under 5 years. NO no, four it is ma'am. My dad has promised to tolerate my mom and her new hubbie at the post-graduation pig pickin' connie's father is putting on for all the families of the class of 2006. It should be good ol' southern fun (with a bit of Southern Comfort).
My painting hours have dwindled to a mere 9 1/2 this week which pales severely in comparison to the 18 plus I put in weeks before. Visitors to the drawing studio at midnight have ranged from Faith Josephs to Jenna Neason and finally my favorite CCE student Linda (who has an obsessive compulsive teenage boy at a private school who can't cook to save his life). All of them are taking Roy's Drawing 1 class, a class I somehow entirely avoided while here at Guilford. My Drawing classes were, instead, Life Drawing courses; one of which was with Barbara Branham. Holyshit that woman was hilarious! A fifty-something with jowels that could strangle a small child, she wore a bone shaped plastic pen which she brandished with zeal over particularly lumpy lines and awkward forms. The best part(?) was that her jaw was partially wired shut which made talking about skeletal anatomy quite a challenge. Dressed in just-under-the-breast-line-shorts and polo shirts, she kept her keys on a stuffed husky-head key chain which popped curiously out of one pocket. Oh man, that summer course was a blast! Ah those were the days with mark trowbridge..sad..sad.. I wonder where he is now..
I'm still at a loss for what to do during spring break? When I initially started back at guilford I had these dreams of grandeur, break would be visiting thailand or italy, but those have all faded since my bank account took a nose dive over winter break. There is the option of Hi-Tide (supposedly the largest college tournament in the nation) for four days in the beginning of break, but how stressful would that be? I've already told my team I won't be going. I can't stand some of those men on the ultimate team and some of my favorite gals have other plans. Thus, I am resigned to one of two options: portland or north carolina, somewhere. I think the outer-banks is a good possibility, or even part of the AT. Educational Resources Group is supposed to have a conference in Boston on one of the weeks in march for potential candidates.. I haven't the slightest idea if one of them will be mine?
Lots to do today, including grocery shopping, late night scrimmage with UNCG taking hannah and katherine along, and my lesson plan for Quakers, Community and Commitment. Time for more tea.
I've just finished my thesis proposal (draft two) and a large cup of darjeeling with honey. Last night I wrote out my entire schedule for the rest of this semester still in subtle awe of the fact that I am indeed graduating and it is indeed "on time". After my vascilating interest in politics and art one might think four years impossible for me, let alone to leave guilford in under 5 years. NO no, four it is ma'am. My dad has promised to tolerate my mom and her new hubbie at the post-graduation pig pickin' connie's father is putting on for all the families of the class of 2006. It should be good ol' southern fun (with a bit of Southern Comfort).
My painting hours have dwindled to a mere 9 1/2 this week which pales severely in comparison to the 18 plus I put in weeks before. Visitors to the drawing studio at midnight have ranged from Faith Josephs to Jenna Neason and finally my favorite CCE student Linda (who has an obsessive compulsive teenage boy at a private school who can't cook to save his life). All of them are taking Roy's Drawing 1 class, a class I somehow entirely avoided while here at Guilford. My Drawing classes were, instead, Life Drawing courses; one of which was with Barbara Branham. Holyshit that woman was hilarious! A fifty-something with jowels that could strangle a small child, she wore a bone shaped plastic pen which she brandished with zeal over particularly lumpy lines and awkward forms. The best part(?) was that her jaw was partially wired shut which made talking about skeletal anatomy quite a challenge. Dressed in just-under-the-breast-line-shorts and polo shirts, she kept her keys on a stuffed husky-head key chain which popped curiously out of one pocket. Oh man, that summer course was a blast! Ah those were the days with mark trowbridge..sad..sad.. I wonder where he is now..
I'm still at a loss for what to do during spring break? When I initially started back at guilford I had these dreams of grandeur, break would be visiting thailand or italy, but those have all faded since my bank account took a nose dive over winter break. There is the option of Hi-Tide (supposedly the largest college tournament in the nation) for four days in the beginning of break, but how stressful would that be? I've already told my team I won't be going. I can't stand some of those men on the ultimate team and some of my favorite gals have other plans. Thus, I am resigned to one of two options: portland or north carolina, somewhere. I think the outer-banks is a good possibility, or even part of the AT. Educational Resources Group is supposed to have a conference in Boston on one of the weeks in march for potential candidates.. I haven't the slightest idea if one of them will be mine?
Lots to do today, including grocery shopping, late night scrimmage with UNCG taking hannah and katherine along, and my lesson plan for Quakers, Community and Commitment. Time for more tea.