It has been a very... stressful semester. But I made it through! My grades, however, are still TBD....
I know I kind of pretty much disappeared off of the face of the planet, but there was a reason for that. Finals week. Finals week. finals. week. I am amazed I made it through without a) killing myself b) accidentally poisoning myself with any array of art supplies I was using while dining on popcorn and monster (a traditional art school meal) c) falling asleep while crossing the street or d) going postal and blowing up at either my instructors or fellow students. For now, the only classes I am worried about are child and adolescent psychology and intro to photo. My psych class only has three grades in the entire semester: a midterm, a 10 page paper analyzing three films, and the final. For all of you who missed my midterm from hell, I ended up getting a C on it. I have no idea how that paper went though. The professor is so oldschool and strict (which is refreshing but a pain in the ass for me) that I'm pretty sure that when I get my paper back it's going to be full of red lines and corrections with a big "YOU ARE STUPID" written across the top. That paper was very.... confused. I'd rather not talk about it. Don't bring it up again until I find out that I actually passed that class and my GPA didn't go to shit.
Screenprinting was, in and of itself, just all over the place. Great class, great instructor, but the resources suck. It's a bitch to find studio space to work when there ALWAYS classes in there. We had to do 30 editions with at least six runs and eight colors, so all in all I did 180 runs. Go me. I'm pretty badass, I know. The crit went surprisingly well.
Friday was an awesome day. First, I find out I got a job! I shall now be working in the fibers studio in the resale office and thereabouts. From this point on, I will only be addressed as Grand Lord, Master and Emperor of the Fibers studio. Any other title shall be taken as an insult; severe punishment will ensue.
And then, I had my fibers crit. I was really... unsure whether my professor would like my pieces. But, she really liked the body landscape one I did and she actually bought my object transformation piece!!!! I knitted (how the hell did I do it???)for what seemed like forever and another forever, linen thread. THREAD. FREAKIN' THREAD. I don't EVER EVER EVER want to knit with thread again. EVER. It was so tedious and frustrating. But anywho, I made it into an armband and coated it in matte medium. Then I painted it in deep reds and violets to make a bloody kind of bandage looking thing. It was pretty gross when it was done. But she liked it. My other project was a necklace I made out of condoms. That's the one she bought. A condom necklace. Condom. Necklace. I felt soooo accomplished when she asked to buy it. I won't let it get to me at all, but OMFG!!!! Best day ever.
Oh yes. It snowed. 2 ft. It was very beautiful. But a pain in the ass. So apparently when William Penn first established Philadelphia, he was fortunate enough to experience a wintry storm of the same caliber as the one I we had. How lucky. He liked it. He LOVED it. In fact, he loved it so much that he decided to marry it. But then he was like, "wait. the snow isn't a physical being, so i guess I can't marry it. Darn. There goes my day." Embittered by the cruelty of the snow that left him broken-hearted, William Penn thenceforth decreed that "whenever it snows in Philadelphia, we shall not plow it! We shall run over that cold hearted bitch with our carts and carriages like she ran over my heart!!!" Which is why the streets do not get plowed in philly. As per the high rate of accidents.
Yeah. So I know I owe ya'll lots of pictures. I hope to get them soon. As in, I hope I get off my lazy ass and upload them onto my computer. So, expect lots of pictures sometime soon! OooooooO! Exciting! Maybe I'll even post them as a Christmas Present?! OoooooOOO! SO EXCITING! SO FREAKIN' EXCITING!!!! Yeah. I think the extremely LARGE amounts of caffeine and sugar that became my entire diet for the past two weeks are starting to screw with my brain. And stomach. And liver. I'm the picture of health right now. healllllllllllllthyyyyyyyy..................