Tell them, that I'm a liquid. Tell them, it's been a gas...
Despite some frostbitten, sore feet, review went well today. It's really quite bittersweet, actually. [Cue sappy music.]
It was my second-to-last day with those kids, and I'll miss them all. I know I'll see them all after this [after all, they ARE part of my reason for staying in Atlanta], but after Thursday, E1 Studio as we know it is over. Erin, Lauren, Leah, Brian, and I went to dinner after jury, to celebrate and whatnot, and we recounted our first memories of each other. How Erin and Leah were the first ones to talk to me. How outrageously...outrageous Jessica was. How a 6-hour drawing used to leave us mind-boggled [I'd kill for a 6-hour drawing now.]. Our first impressions of Tas [I'll kill her, really.]. It was amazing. Those kids are family now, and I love them.
I really appreciate how open and welcoming they were to me, even though they already had their little 'groups' set up. And I'm really grateful to Jessica, as well. Her casual nature created a welcoming environment, in an otherwise overwhelming setting. I went into studio wanting so badly to do well, and fearing that I had already missed some really important stuff, and was already WAY behind, but Jessica somehow made me feel okay. Also, I hadn't missed AS much as I thought, and my classmates weren't AS advanced as I thought they were. So it was all good.
All the architecture/design majors I had talked to before starting school told me that the people in your studio become some of your best friends. I didn't get it then, but now I do. They're the ones who watch you snort ground-up SweeTart off a stool, and still talk to you the next day [Oh, Cole...]. They're the ones who drive you to CVS at 4am when you have a MIGHTY NEED for Edy's Dibs. They're the ones who wrestle you in the lobby, even though the third years look at you like you're insane. They're the ones who make fun of you when you eat chapstick while drunk, but still drink with you the next weekend [Oh, Leah...]. They see you at your lowest point [running on ZERO sleep, wearing pj pants and Brian's sweatshirt, hair completely uncouth, unable to stand, incoherent, in a heap on the floor], and still invite you to go places and do things with them [E1 party this Thursday, bitches!]. That's love.
So I'm glad to be done with 1011, but yeah...I'm going to miss those kids, and Jessica, and Rapunzel [our crazy-ass bench], and maybe even Room 150.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a lovely crayon-on-computer paper drawing of a unicorn, with hearts and stars and rainbows and sewing machines to complete for Jessica by Thursday at 2pm. I doubt I'll sleep much between now and then. [YEAH RIGHT]
It was my second-to-last day with those kids, and I'll miss them all. I know I'll see them all after this [after all, they ARE part of my reason for staying in Atlanta], but after Thursday, E1 Studio as we know it is over. Erin, Lauren, Leah, Brian, and I went to dinner after jury, to celebrate and whatnot, and we recounted our first memories of each other. How Erin and Leah were the first ones to talk to me. How outrageously...outrageous Jessica was. How a 6-hour drawing used to leave us mind-boggled [I'd kill for a 6-hour drawing now.]. Our first impressions of Tas [I'll kill her, really.]. It was amazing. Those kids are family now, and I love them.
I really appreciate how open and welcoming they were to me, even though they already had their little 'groups' set up. And I'm really grateful to Jessica, as well. Her casual nature created a welcoming environment, in an otherwise overwhelming setting. I went into studio wanting so badly to do well, and fearing that I had already missed some really important stuff, and was already WAY behind, but Jessica somehow made me feel okay. Also, I hadn't missed AS much as I thought, and my classmates weren't AS advanced as I thought they were. So it was all good.
All the architecture/design majors I had talked to before starting school told me that the people in your studio become some of your best friends. I didn't get it then, but now I do. They're the ones who watch you snort ground-up SweeTart off a stool, and still talk to you the next day [Oh, Cole...]. They're the ones who drive you to CVS at 4am when you have a MIGHTY NEED for Edy's Dibs. They're the ones who wrestle you in the lobby, even though the third years look at you like you're insane. They're the ones who make fun of you when you eat chapstick while drunk, but still drink with you the next weekend [Oh, Leah...]. They see you at your lowest point [running on ZERO sleep, wearing pj pants and Brian's sweatshirt, hair completely uncouth, unable to stand, incoherent, in a heap on the floor], and still invite you to go places and do things with them [E1 party this Thursday, bitches!]. That's love.
So I'm glad to be done with 1011, but yeah...I'm going to miss those kids, and Jessica, and Rapunzel [our crazy-ass bench], and maybe even Room 150.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a lovely crayon-on-computer paper drawing of a unicorn, with hearts and stars and rainbows and sewing machines to complete for Jessica by Thursday at 2pm. I doubt I'll sleep much between now and then. [YEAH RIGHT]