Genesis, (part II)
I'm exhausted. My right leg throbs from these lateral cuts I was making all night tonight at ultimate. I think my feet fit better in those Speed TV's around Christmas time..I have no idea what has happened, but now my knees are killing me. I just hope I'm not too debilitated for Model UN conference tomorrow (I'm the security..what?)
This afternoon a HUGE weight lifted itself off my shoulders as I discovered the fate of my fall will be in a small town of Winnetka, IL (18 miles outside of chicago) teaching at a private middle school, art!!and Holy SHIT! Tom Doar the headmaster, gave me a call at around 4pm during my class, and I responded almost immediately in hysterics..of course on the phone I was reserved and contained, but the moment we parted I was yelling and dancing and jumping up and down. I calmed down only enough to dial the numbers on the phone to my mom. I got it! I got it! I GOT IT!! Ahh!!!
In celebration I decided to go to ulti--the first time in THREE WEEKS! I left for school in time to meet up with BT, but failing to spot him parked my car, and proceeded to shout at the top of my lungs about the news! Everyone seemed happy for me, save Dorscha (lol what can you do?) I ran and tackled Hannah who happened to be on the phone at the time. My excitement convinced her (finally) to go to practice tonight instead of her meeting..heh heh, I'm such a bad influence.
We left together listening to the old Avett Brother's CD and drumming excitedly on the dash. Both Ben Taylor and I have teaching jobs after college. He's doing Teach for America, though, and in St. Louis.. yikes.
This news was ALMOST as glorious as the show opening! Apprehensive and slightly depressed during the preliminary stages because I was the only one without parents there...I was eventually surrounded by UNCG ultimate women who came in full support and solidarity. They hung out together mostly, but before they left ushered me outside to do one more of our infamous G-spot ulti cheers..sigh.. I'll really miss those guys. In my Dillard's bought dress and heels, I schmoozed my heart out and did my best to cater to the needs of my own guests (those folks featured in the paintings). Doug Curtis AND Sharon Jones both showed up! I was so touched to have them there.. I only hope they enjoyed themselves... The night was nearly over and still no sign of a) the donor and b) kent chabotar--our school's president who recieved my proposal for guilford to keep the paintings only a few days before. I watched Adele and Terry go in for the attack, after a few minutes I approached. To which he said "they're actually good!" (tactful kent) "We'd like to buy them." I asked him, "which ones?" he replied "All of them". OH MY GOD!? I freaked out a minute, then calmly replied: Oh, yeah. Definitely!
These past seven days have been incredible. Not to mention the fact that soon I'll be able to read for pleasure, bike whenever I want, sleep as much as I want, and even (gasp!) watch movies again! I can't wait to have that personal time once more..though I still feel like I'm reeling from what I've called "post-painting-depression". I used to get all geared up for nights at 8pm when I'd go into the studio and act on, what Twyla Tharp calls "the creative habit". I just feel guilty not painting, and then I realize..wait..I don't have to!!"
Oh man I'm exhausted.. what a day.
As E.E. Cummings said:
here's to opening and upward,to leaf and to sap
...
let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid
down with ought with because with every brain
which thinks it thinks,nor dares to feel(but up
with joy;and up with laughing and drunkenness)
!!
Here I go.. here I go, we'll see..
This afternoon a HUGE weight lifted itself off my shoulders as I discovered the fate of my fall will be in a small town of Winnetka, IL (18 miles outside of chicago) teaching at a private middle school, art!!and Holy SHIT! Tom Doar the headmaster, gave me a call at around 4pm during my class, and I responded almost immediately in hysterics..of course on the phone I was reserved and contained, but the moment we parted I was yelling and dancing and jumping up and down. I calmed down only enough to dial the numbers on the phone to my mom. I got it! I got it! I GOT IT!! Ahh!!!
In celebration I decided to go to ulti--the first time in THREE WEEKS! I left for school in time to meet up with BT, but failing to spot him parked my car, and proceeded to shout at the top of my lungs about the news! Everyone seemed happy for me, save Dorscha (lol what can you do?) I ran and tackled Hannah who happened to be on the phone at the time. My excitement convinced her (finally) to go to practice tonight instead of her meeting..heh heh, I'm such a bad influence.
We left together listening to the old Avett Brother's CD and drumming excitedly on the dash. Both Ben Taylor and I have teaching jobs after college. He's doing Teach for America, though, and in St. Louis.. yikes.
This news was ALMOST as glorious as the show opening! Apprehensive and slightly depressed during the preliminary stages because I was the only one without parents there...I was eventually surrounded by UNCG ultimate women who came in full support and solidarity. They hung out together mostly, but before they left ushered me outside to do one more of our infamous G-spot ulti cheers..sigh.. I'll really miss those guys. In my Dillard's bought dress and heels, I schmoozed my heart out and did my best to cater to the needs of my own guests (those folks featured in the paintings). Doug Curtis AND Sharon Jones both showed up! I was so touched to have them there.. I only hope they enjoyed themselves... The night was nearly over and still no sign of a) the donor and b) kent chabotar--our school's president who recieved my proposal for guilford to keep the paintings only a few days before. I watched Adele and Terry go in for the attack, after a few minutes I approached. To which he said "they're actually good!" (tactful kent) "We'd like to buy them." I asked him, "which ones?" he replied "All of them". OH MY GOD!? I freaked out a minute, then calmly replied: Oh, yeah. Definitely!
These past seven days have been incredible. Not to mention the fact that soon I'll be able to read for pleasure, bike whenever I want, sleep as much as I want, and even (gasp!) watch movies again! I can't wait to have that personal time once more..though I still feel like I'm reeling from what I've called "post-painting-depression". I used to get all geared up for nights at 8pm when I'd go into the studio and act on, what Twyla Tharp calls "the creative habit". I just feel guilty not painting, and then I realize..wait..I don't have to!!"
Oh man I'm exhausted.. what a day.
As E.E. Cummings said:
here's to opening and upward,to leaf and to sap
...
let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid
down with ought with because with every brain
which thinks it thinks,nor dares to feel(but up
with joy;and up with laughing and drunkenness)
!!
Here I go.. here I go, we'll see..