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There are times when taking a long, cool breath is impossible because that long, cool breath takes seconds you don't have at your disposal.
Right now, I am on the train. (I'm on a train, what? I'm on a train! Where? I'm on a train, I'm on a train. Now let me explain!) /endrapphase. Actually, I am stuck on the train at the moment. By the time this entry is finish, this will not be the case, but for the moment it is. A car stalled on the train, so we had to wait for the police to remove the car, and then we have to backtrack to switch train tracks because the car might have damaged the rail. :(
Semester session began last week, and it was originally met with a lot of frustration, panic and quite frankly tears. It was a nice "Welcome to San Jose. Fuck You and the horse you came on."
After most of the drama has died down, it is easier for me to talk about it.
I was waitlisted for two classes. One in particular is a necessity for me to get into - 104. Intro to graphic design. It doesn't articulate from ARC, because it is a class that has a portfolio review at the end of it. Long story short, I got into a section, but not with the professor I wanted. In order to move on to 105, I need a B or higher in the class, and this professor is known for being extremely difficult. We'll see how it goes, with fingers crossed.
Still waiting on the Typography class, as I am on the waitlist. In fact, everyone else on the waitlist has abandoned the class, but not I. Nope...
I'll find out on Tuesday how bleak my chances of getting into the class are. I don't know who else would drop at this point, since we are just now getting into the drawing of fonts. Not enough time for anyone to feel intimidated.
It is hard making the transition. Not because I am not capable of doing high quality artwork. More so, I don't know the professors. This is my first time experiencing them, and what they look for is different than what my professors at ARC looked for. It will take some getting used to, but with some perseverance and determination...it should work out.
Work could be better. Supposedly the KIWO is down again. No one tells me things until like.. Thursday or Friday. So all the stuff I sent during the week means nothing. :( Why did I bother sending it in the first place then!? Telecommuting on the train is also, marginally interesting. After this first week, I have begun to adapt, by location, when my signal is going to go.. then I scramble to transfer everything I can work on to my desktop, and hope I get it all in time before hitting the 30 min. blackout along the coastline.
I wake up at 4am Mon-Thurs. now.. just to make the 5:30 train into San Jose. I've never felt like such a zombie. . . but you know.. the world seems so much more innocent at night. This has reminded me as to why I love night time so much. It is peaceful... an earnest sort of peaceful. I like it.
I just hope things can start to settle down a bit more... sooner than later.
And my brain is totally fried. Probably good to stop here.
Right now, I am on the train. (I'm on a train, what? I'm on a train! Where? I'm on a train, I'm on a train. Now let me explain!) /endrapphase. Actually, I am stuck on the train at the moment. By the time this entry is finish, this will not be the case, but for the moment it is. A car stalled on the train, so we had to wait for the police to remove the car, and then we have to backtrack to switch train tracks because the car might have damaged the rail. :(
Semester session began last week, and it was originally met with a lot of frustration, panic and quite frankly tears. It was a nice "Welcome to San Jose. Fuck You and the horse you came on."
After most of the drama has died down, it is easier for me to talk about it.
I was waitlisted for two classes. One in particular is a necessity for me to get into - 104. Intro to graphic design. It doesn't articulate from ARC, because it is a class that has a portfolio review at the end of it. Long story short, I got into a section, but not with the professor I wanted. In order to move on to 105, I need a B or higher in the class, and this professor is known for being extremely difficult. We'll see how it goes, with fingers crossed.
Still waiting on the Typography class, as I am on the waitlist. In fact, everyone else on the waitlist has abandoned the class, but not I. Nope...
I'll find out on Tuesday how bleak my chances of getting into the class are. I don't know who else would drop at this point, since we are just now getting into the drawing of fonts. Not enough time for anyone to feel intimidated.
It is hard making the transition. Not because I am not capable of doing high quality artwork. More so, I don't know the professors. This is my first time experiencing them, and what they look for is different than what my professors at ARC looked for. It will take some getting used to, but with some perseverance and determination...it should work out.
Work could be better. Supposedly the KIWO is down again. No one tells me things until like.. Thursday or Friday. So all the stuff I sent during the week means nothing. :( Why did I bother sending it in the first place then!? Telecommuting on the train is also, marginally interesting. After this first week, I have begun to adapt, by location, when my signal is going to go.. then I scramble to transfer everything I can work on to my desktop, and hope I get it all in time before hitting the 30 min. blackout along the coastline.
I wake up at 4am Mon-Thurs. now.. just to make the 5:30 train into San Jose. I've never felt like such a zombie. . . but you know.. the world seems so much more innocent at night. This has reminded me as to why I love night time so much. It is peaceful... an earnest sort of peaceful. I like it.
I just hope things can start to settle down a bit more... sooner than later.
And my brain is totally fried. Probably good to stop here.