I did it again.
I only need 1 more class (maybe2) to graduate, but I managed to royally fuck that up again. There's no one to blame.
After missing classes for a certain period of time, I am virtually kicked out of school, and have to re-apply if I wish to return. I did that early this year, hoping by some miracle that one of 2 classes that I need would be scheduled sometime after 4:30.
I can't get to school any earlier, and they never seem to offer either course after that time. I reapplied earlier this year, waited 2 months for the Summer schedule, and with no surprise, Painting Studio and Painting /Drawing Research were no where on the list.
It showed up on the Fall schedule, but there were schedule conflicts with Monica, and the babysitter.
I also received a letter from the school about my Florida residency. After a lengthy ordeal, they finally understood that I am still a permanent Florida resident after living here since birth, uninterrupted for 39 years.
One of the classes was scheduled for 6:00 on Tuesday and Thursday nights. I talked it over with Monica, who works on those nights, and she said to go for it, we'll figure something out.
I was ready to register, but the computer wouldn't let me.
I had no student status.
I called & asked wtf? I've already re-applied.
"You have to re-apply again, sir, until you actually take the class".
The school doesn't care that I have a job and several mouths to feed, or the fact that I live so far away from the campus. Most of the students don't work, and they have dorms, after all.
One option would be to find another job. That would be foolish. I'm already making more than I would if I were teaching these classes in a college.
Another option would be to say fuck it, I had my chance years ago, and didn't take the classes, quit my job, live with my parents, what have you. Sometimes I think Art really is a big waste of time. I've thought of burning every piece I've ever done, erase the wasted years in one glorious pyre, and start life over, without the distraction.
I did pick up a brush for the first time in almost a year. I attempted a small watercolor Horned Owl for my Grandmother as a Christmas present. I don't know much about watercolors, but she was upset when I gave my aunt my first one, a palm tree. In hindsight, it wasn't a good subject for watercolor, acrylic would have been better, but it felt great painting again.
After missing classes for a certain period of time, I am virtually kicked out of school, and have to re-apply if I wish to return. I did that early this year, hoping by some miracle that one of 2 classes that I need would be scheduled sometime after 4:30.
I can't get to school any earlier, and they never seem to offer either course after that time. I reapplied earlier this year, waited 2 months for the Summer schedule, and with no surprise, Painting Studio and Painting /Drawing Research were no where on the list.
It showed up on the Fall schedule, but there were schedule conflicts with Monica, and the babysitter.
I also received a letter from the school about my Florida residency. After a lengthy ordeal, they finally understood that I am still a permanent Florida resident after living here since birth, uninterrupted for 39 years.
One of the classes was scheduled for 6:00 on Tuesday and Thursday nights. I talked it over with Monica, who works on those nights, and she said to go for it, we'll figure something out.
I was ready to register, but the computer wouldn't let me.
I had no student status.
I called & asked wtf? I've already re-applied.
"You have to re-apply again, sir, until you actually take the class".
The school doesn't care that I have a job and several mouths to feed, or the fact that I live so far away from the campus. Most of the students don't work, and they have dorms, after all.
One option would be to find another job. That would be foolish. I'm already making more than I would if I were teaching these classes in a college.
Another option would be to say fuck it, I had my chance years ago, and didn't take the classes, quit my job, live with my parents, what have you. Sometimes I think Art really is a big waste of time. I've thought of burning every piece I've ever done, erase the wasted years in one glorious pyre, and start life over, without the distraction.
I did pick up a brush for the first time in almost a year. I attempted a small watercolor Horned Owl for my Grandmother as a Christmas present. I don't know much about watercolors, but she was upset when I gave my aunt my first one, a palm tree. In hindsight, it wasn't a good subject for watercolor, acrylic would have been better, but it felt great painting again.