When it was still December (*shudder*) and we were planning this semester, we all thought it would be a really good idea to have class Monday mornings. We thought we were being so clever and proactive and responsible and getting it out of the way. And let me tell you we were just dead wrong. Monday morning classes are awful.
It may astound you to learn that I am, in fact, a morning person. I love mornings. Why? Because they are quiet. Nothing pleases more than to wake up at five or six AM and witness the birth of a new day, and exist without anybody else around, simply being in that stillness, that silence. What I do not love, ever, in any circumstance, but particularly not on a Monday morning, is perky people in general. If you are one, fine. I am sure you have a wide circle of perky friends with whom you do perky things like shop for baby clothes and buy fair-trade teas and go to book clubs. But if perky is involved you can count me out. And that is what we get on Monday mornings in WISE. Perky, perky, perky. Works for some and not for others and I am decidedly other.
I have stronger words which I would like to use but I am still laboring under the delusion that it is possible for me to get a halfway decent grade in this class so I will refrain.
The reason I am indulging in such a cavalcade of self-pity is because I brought in one of my pieces to Show and Tell and was met with blank stares. I poured blood, sweat, tears and life force into the damn thing. And...nothing. There was that awkward beat, you know, when everybody knows they're supposed to ask questions but can't think of any, and then Ms. Gergely obviously figured she had to save the moment because it's her job, and asked something about Greek ceramics. And I haven't had anything to do with Greek ceramics since December or so. (As anybody who reads my blog, even in the most cursory fashion, would know.) So I said "uh." She seemed satisfied with that and moved on hastily to the interesting people.
Our "assignment" (I am just going crazy with the quotation marks today) for this week is to ponder how writing a blog instead of a paper journal is affecting our project. I like it very well. I type a great deal faster than I write, so it's easier - I can write more, faster. And I can have pictures, without which this journal or whatever it is would simply suck. Plus it's kinder to the environment to not use paper. And I think it's just easier to take a person seriously in type than in handwriting. Not that anybody is reading this, so it really doesn't matter if I get taken seriously or not.
Please excuse my beyond-the-pale bitchiness today. Please realize that this is the third or so draft of this entry and by far the tamest, and contains the fewest swear words. Please attribute my abrasive qualities to the fact that I am an Artist, with all the liberties of personality that come with that position. If you are still not convinced not to despise me, put this all down to the fact that I have so far failed to acquire All Eternals Deck at three separate music emporia, and it came out MARCH 29, and without it I do not think I can be a productive human for very much longer. (I know - what was all that I was saying about not dragging in personal drama? But this is not personal, it is Artistic. I desperately need the thing for my Art. I think I shall capitalize all words containing the root word Art from now on.)
It may astound you to learn that I am, in fact, a morning person. I love mornings. Why? Because they are quiet. Nothing pleases more than to wake up at five or six AM and witness the birth of a new day, and exist without anybody else around, simply being in that stillness, that silence. What I do not love, ever, in any circumstance, but particularly not on a Monday morning, is perky people in general. If you are one, fine. I am sure you have a wide circle of perky friends with whom you do perky things like shop for baby clothes and buy fair-trade teas and go to book clubs. But if perky is involved you can count me out. And that is what we get on Monday mornings in WISE. Perky, perky, perky. Works for some and not for others and I am decidedly other.
I have stronger words which I would like to use but I am still laboring under the delusion that it is possible for me to get a halfway decent grade in this class so I will refrain.
The reason I am indulging in such a cavalcade of self-pity is because I brought in one of my pieces to Show and Tell and was met with blank stares. I poured blood, sweat, tears and life force into the damn thing. And...nothing. There was that awkward beat, you know, when everybody knows they're supposed to ask questions but can't think of any, and then Ms. Gergely obviously figured she had to save the moment because it's her job, and asked something about Greek ceramics. And I haven't had anything to do with Greek ceramics since December or so. (As anybody who reads my blog, even in the most cursory fashion, would know.) So I said "uh." She seemed satisfied with that and moved on hastily to the interesting people.
Our "assignment" (I am just going crazy with the quotation marks today) for this week is to ponder how writing a blog instead of a paper journal is affecting our project. I like it very well. I type a great deal faster than I write, so it's easier - I can write more, faster. And I can have pictures, without which this journal or whatever it is would simply suck. Plus it's kinder to the environment to not use paper. And I think it's just easier to take a person seriously in type than in handwriting. Not that anybody is reading this, so it really doesn't matter if I get taken seriously or not.
Please excuse my beyond-the-pale bitchiness today. Please realize that this is the third or so draft of this entry and by far the tamest, and contains the fewest swear words. Please attribute my abrasive qualities to the fact that I am an Artist, with all the liberties of personality that come with that position. If you are still not convinced not to despise me, put this all down to the fact that I have so far failed to acquire All Eternals Deck at three separate music emporia, and it came out MARCH 29, and without it I do not think I can be a productive human for very much longer. (I know - what was all that I was saying about not dragging in personal drama? But this is not personal, it is Artistic. I desperately need the thing for my Art. I think I shall capitalize all words containing the root word Art from now on.)
