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It Was Grand written @ 6:57 PM on December 18, 2003 Some weeks you just know you need a vacation. Let's take yesterday for instance. We all know how neurotic my drawing professor is, and if you don't, you know I can't talk about my drawing professor without describing him as neurotic somewhere in my diary. But to give you an example as to the bizarre nature of his character, he's been in trouble with the university periodically over the past thirty years for everything from insubordination to sexual harrassment, or so the rumors run. He's even sued the school a few times, getting away with some hefty settlements. In class he's-- how shall I say-- a militant artist hell bent on teaching his students how to step on toes in the art world if only to survive. If you met a regular art student in the halls of the Fine Arts Center and informed him or her that you were taking my drawing professor's class, they would give you this look of mixed sympathy and horror, followed by the aggressive popping of knuckles and the muttered, "I hate that motherfucking bastard." Anyhoo... I decided that I was in dire need of a vacation yesterday at approximately 1pm, when the final critique of my drawing class was scheduled. It was supposed to end at 3pm, as is university policy for final exam periods. I handed in my slides that I had thrown together at his neurotic will, as well as my resume, which follows the College Art Association's guidelines. He began to write all over it, telling me how it needed to be edited according to his standards, how the red dots on my slides need to be bolder, and generally made me the class hamster. He told me he would like it if I retyped it . . . I shook my head. "No." "What? Why?" he demanded. "Because I followed all your directions, and given the time period and your vague instructions, I find I am incapable of doing so," I replied. Oh yes. I assure you I was doing my part to make my zodiac symbol of Taurus proud that I was being such a stubborn bitch. He tore everyone else's work apart in much the same manner, and when the critique was under way-- and the hours dragged on-- he eventually demanded why none of us had applied for jobs at the school newspaper. "Which of you are graphic design majors?" Three of us raised our hands. He commanded, "All three of you, march down to the offices right now and interview." What in the hell? I thought. My professor raised his eyebrows at my critical look and said, "Well?" "No," I said strongly. "Why?" "Because I have two majors and don't have time for the newspaper!" Plus I had had my fill of The Spark in high school and wasn't about to fall into the same political game again. Three o'clock rolled around, and the critique still was not up. I was simmering and plotting my escape. I didn't want to be in class any longer. Four o'clock came by, and I was out the door. Yup, I just left class. I was so irritated and couldn't take it anymore. Yes, indeed, it was time for a vacation and to officially end this semester. So I did. My last presentation this morning was in scenic design, and Ron wanted to get out of there just as fast as we did. As of 10:30am, I was free to go. Caylah and I had lunch at O'Charley's. She paid for me as a Christmas present since I got her slippers last year and she never found the time to give me anything in return. We discussed Brian a bit and how he's seemed to loosen up since he's come out, and Caylah admitted that her views on homosexuality has changed as a result of it-- for the better, I think. She told me Amy and Josh are probably going to get married within the next few weeks as a result of her pregnancy, but I think everything will be okay with her because Josh has a house, a car, and his act together. Upon returning to the dorms, Tricia and I helped each other pack. Neither of us were in a huge hurry; it was a very relaxed atmosphere. I think we were just happy that the semester had ended for the two of us, and we could go on home and not worry about anything for three weeks. I know I was. This semester had been too crazy on so many levels-- mentally, emotionally, and everything in between. Tricia gave me a new present before I left; actually it was from her mom. It's a huge fleece blanket with a unicorn printed on it, and it is so warm! Tricia's mom found it at Hancock Fabrics and felt obligated to get it. I love it, and I know my cats will too. *lol* And so I returned to sleepy, snowy West Chester. I hid my presents (my mom's swan painting, my dad's hockey photos, and my brother's dancing hamster and tube lighting) in my room, unpacked everything, made myself a cup of spiced chai, had dinner with Mom, and fell asleep for an hour or so in front of the TV watching the news. The burdens of this semester just seemed to fall away. It was grand. I only want to know when all the Christmas parties are!!
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