SITTING HERE, EATING APPLESAUCE, PONDERING MY NEXT MOVE.
It’s the weekend for me and, had I some sort of planning device, it would be chalk full.
Photos tomorrow (newspaper, theatre), photos Saturday (correcting), not to mention design homework (it’s all coming back to me now), sketching, writing, planning, revising, repeat. I am definitely a student again.
The thing that I’d forgotten about being an art major is how sweet we have it in the textbook department. I always get really fired up when I see that my bookstore tab comes to roughly $150 – $200 for my general classes. Not a lot to spend on books, right? Guess again. My elation quickly disintegrates as I realize that I will be forking over another $300 (approximate minimum) for art supplies. Being a double major doesn’t help, nor do the ongoing purchases made throughout the semester (prints, matboard, blades, glues, tapes, rulers, film, accessories, etc. etc. yadda yadda). I am going into year three and still fail to remember this at the start of each semester. It’s a sick equation.
Little bookstore tab = happiness
Big art supply tab ≠ happiness
Therefore, school = spendy
Being a biology or corporate fitness major sounds pretty darn good right about now, as far as costs go.
But I couldn’t be more elated to be pursuing photo. I am itching to get back into the darkroom, to work with film, to soak up every bit of knowledge. I don’t even mind if I smell like chemicals or have to stay up all night. There is so much gratification that comes with making prints (not to mention stress), and I can’t wait to dedicate myself, to hopefully become better.
As for the creative writing front, WOW. So far, so awesome. The exercises have really stretched my imagination as far as character development go, not to mention its only been two class periods and I can already feel myself canning up my clichés for disposal and starting fresh (don’t quote me on this, for if in the future I am indeed still using clichés, I will look terribly hypocritical). Here is a page from the exercise we did yesterday in class, ‘Reasons I Never’:
The jar of M & M’s on my kitchen counter is diminishing, but I’m not worried about it. I own an egg poacher and can make chai lattes on command. Plus, my roommates let me nail anything to the wall. Life is good.
muchlove
jc
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i, too, never drink pop!!!