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pen sketch |
Five days in & this little venture has now invaded my dreams. It's part of the journey & variety is a good thing, so . . . The Dream . . .
First day of classes, first semester as an art major (the 2012 me). Loving my classes - some art, some not. I enter a large crowded room thinking it's Modern Printmaking. Exciting! I'm not really listening to the reading of the syllabus (who does, right?) and instead chat with an old friend while removing everything from my bag searching for a drawing pencil. I realize we've been split into two groups and I can't hear a thing the tall skinny eastern European instructor says. He soon moves to our side & stands by an old projector, but I still can't understand him and can't see all that well because of my stupid contacts. (I'm sure this came from my discovery last night - in reality - that I can see much better while drawing close if I take out my contacts.)
Back to the dream. Everyone is writing on Etch-a-Sketches or tiny little digital pads with a stylus you have to put together. I am completely confused. A fellow student furiously pokes the buttons on her pad, answering questions for some test. I have NO IDEA how anyone knows what the questions are. Only then do I realize the name of the class is Qualitative Analysis. (Does that really exist?) Oh yeah - the math class I had to take to complete my gen eds. I hear - "It's actually easy & fun if you know a little bit of QA." . . . right. Magically-appearing paper tests are handed in - except by me. I leave - going directly to the Art Department to drop QA and get into Modern Printmaking, but the office is dark and I don't remember my advisor's name.
Then the cat woke me up, so we'll never know if I'm in Modern Printmaking or still sitting in QA wishing I had an Etch-a-Sketch.