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Bizarre Academia written @ 9:51 PM on March 31, 2004 The student art show was an opportunity for the art department to deal out scholarships to the worthy, but because of the intense nature of the competition I did not expect to get one. Well, as it turns out, I'm the first alternate. I guess what that means is if someone declines the money (and what self-respecting starving artist would?), I would be the next choice on the list. Not too shabby for a sophomore in the given situation. I was actually very surprised, even if I don't end up getting the money. At least it shows that the professors gave me serious thought and proves I can compete in the semi-professional art world. I needed that boost in self-esteem. You know what that means? Oh yes. I'm kicking my own ass in the studio this summer to get a leg up in the so-called " other major," being graphic design. My art history professor had something to say about the whole thing which really made me cross my eyes. You see, for class we have to hand in these papers critiquing a piece of ancient art in the museum. Well, me, being A) the over-achiever and B) the planner for the worst case scenario, I completed the assignment over spring break and handed it in three weeks early. Last night my art history professor approached me about my paper and told me that no editing was required and it was an A paper. Well, goodie, I suppose. Then he said, "I have to admit, I was a little miffed by the whole paper because it didn't sound like a student's work. Only when I checked your exam scores and saw you were a scholarship alternate did I realize otherwise." Otherwise what?! He droned on, "I remember when I was a scholarship alternate at the Art Academy and yadda-yadda-yadda--" I tuned him out. I was miffed that he may have thought I was cheating and needed validity from elsewhere in the department that I wasn't a complete moron. Well, I'm not dwelling too much on the entire thing. My art history professor can be extremely condescending and finds pleasure in making his exams as difficult as possible (as you can see, I survived his Aegaean-Roman exam thanks to fast writing, quick thinking, and a Starbucks frappacino). I had another odd encounter in the world of academia just this evening. My film studies professor wants to publish my paper on my analysis of Hitchcock's Vertigo, which mystifies me. I wrote this damned thing back in January when I had just finished reading Sylvia Browne's book on ghosts and other spiritual phenomena, and her references to Tibetian tulpas reminded me of Madeleine in the film, so the paper is based on the premise that Elster "created" Madeleine, the tulpa, and planted it inside the mind of Scottie, who warped it to suit his reality. To be frank, I thought I had just a brief moment of cleverness that would get me the A, but my films professor wouldn't let me slide so easily and made me rewrite it three times because he was tickled pink by my thesis. Now he wants to show the paper to the head of the Honors program, get it published around campus, and maybe even publish it in film journals-- assuming it gets that far. I probably should be more excited by the idea of being published, albeit in a different fashion than I had first envisioned, but I can't help but feel as-- oh, how shall I put this?-- I don't know what the hell I'm talking about. In conclusion, all I can suppose at this point is that my life is about to take a detour into a small adventure... unless this is somehow related to Fate and a bigger picture.
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