01 September, 2011
I wish I actually, like, composed posts thoughtfully instead of going me me blah blah band I like blah blah. But oh well.
So... I still like my school. How weird is that? So far, I've only met one moderate creeper, two weird-talkers (those people who whine about things semi-under their breath apparently to no one - and also sort of to everyone within hearing distance at the same time. And if if you make eye contact you just know they will talk to you. You know the type I mean?), and one foot jiggler who also makes moist noises with some part of their face. I didn't look to see which part because I didn't want to know.
But besides that - and that's not even bad at all - the people have been truly delightful. Though, I have noticed that at least 90 percent of the guys are shorter than me. Dash it, at least 90 percent of the men in Arkansas are shorter than me. I'm not kidding. The male portion of the population is just abnormally diminutive.
Citizens! Hark! A new law has been enacted as of right now forbidding short women from marrying tall men, because then tall women have to marry short men and consequently feel like galumping giants for the rest of their lives! So! That's all!
Actually, I don't care that much. I'm going to marry Adrien Brody, so it doesn't matter.
Anyways. I like my French class, and considering my woeful encounters with French classes in years gone by, it feels like little short of a miracle. My drawing class is getting better - we had to draw the negative space around a chair today, which was challenging and very good for me. 2-D design is even harder, but I worship my tattooed teacher, and am going to work my rear off. My art history teacher is possibly the most tactful woman on earth. The most boneheaded remarks you can possibly think of? Not a problem! She manages to disagree without actually saying so in so many words.
I need to keep chanting, "it's okay to be a beginner" to myself every time I feel like flinging inanimate objects. A beginner at art, a beginner at reading the Bible - just a beginner. "Ohmigosh I need to be reading, like, Augustine's Confessions and sketching magnificently every hour of the day!" Seems to be my internal monologue on a regular basis. And that's just not fair to my poor self. I'm taking basic classes and I'm a newbie Christian - I've got to give myself some grace. And I've got to get you into my lie-eef!
Well... I did my French homework, so I'm going to bed.
* If I ever wanted to be a real art student and got the obligatory tattoo...