I LOVE Vasa!
Today was officially a good day because of one man, and his name is Vasa. He is my drawing teacher...and I love him. Why? Here's why.
Today was the last day of his class (because ucla uses the fucked up quarter system) and we had appointments scheduled with Vasa where we sit down with all the work we've done throughout his class, have him analyze it, and tell us our grade right then and there. Before he even starts he says "Ashley is a very special girl" and I'm ready to cry. Then he goes on to say he loves my style of design, sees a great potential in me, and bets that I will be a frontrunner in my class! He told me he had high expectations and believes I will become a great designer! Then because he's Vasa he compared all the students to racing horses and said if he had to place a bet on who would win, he'd put his money on me. I basically died. Twice. Then I told him he was awesome and I'll definitely keep in touch and thank you so much for your words of wisdom, etc. etc. and it took me at least 2 hours for the huge grin to be wiped off my face. I really needed that...Vasa restored my faith in myself for the time being. Lately I've been feelng like a lazy, useless piece of shit but Vasa'a words of praise were just what I needed to perk up...and I get to come home soon so I expect I'll be in a supurb mood by the end of spring break! Ahhhh.....life is looking up from the rut I was finding myself in.
Now i just need to focus on studying for my spooty (anyone remember that word from Angry Beavers?) Oceanography finals, one of which is tomorrow and the other monday. But who cares about a stupid science class when they're a design major?
Today was the last day of his class (because ucla uses the fucked up quarter system) and we had appointments scheduled with Vasa where we sit down with all the work we've done throughout his class, have him analyze it, and tell us our grade right then and there. Before he even starts he says "Ashley is a very special girl" and I'm ready to cry. Then he goes on to say he loves my style of design, sees a great potential in me, and bets that I will be a frontrunner in my class! He told me he had high expectations and believes I will become a great designer! Then because he's Vasa he compared all the students to racing horses and said if he had to place a bet on who would win, he'd put his money on me. I basically died. Twice. Then I told him he was awesome and I'll definitely keep in touch and thank you so much for your words of wisdom, etc. etc. and it took me at least 2 hours for the huge grin to be wiped off my face. I really needed that...Vasa restored my faith in myself for the time being. Lately I've been feelng like a lazy, useless piece of shit but Vasa'a words of praise were just what I needed to perk up...and I get to come home soon so I expect I'll be in a supurb mood by the end of spring break! Ahhhh.....life is looking up from the rut I was finding myself in.
Now i just need to focus on studying for my spooty (anyone remember that word from Angry Beavers?) Oceanography finals, one of which is tomorrow and the other monday. But who cares about a stupid science class when they're a design major?