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A Taste of College written @ 5:39 PM on August 14, 2002 Late this morning I went down to NKU for art/theater department parties. Mom and I arrived there much too early, so we decided to look into the bookstore. As it turns out, it was quite crowded because everyone was buying their books. In turn, we decided to buy my college books. Wow, the scene construction text is the coolest thing I've ever seen. And the art books? Nothing like cooling down my passion for art by adding technical, theoretical shit, but still really neat books. And, yes, I got my scary math-for-dummies book. At the art party, most of the professors of the art department were there. They were really nice people and seemed to take interest in what I was doing, what with my mish-mashed double-major schedule and all. They were quite helpful, really. I wore my pink oh-so-Norma-Desmond hair wrap so that I screamed "rising artist," and I think by now a lot of them remember my name. The new chairman of the department is really nice too. And the other incoming freshman and transfer students seemed really cool. I think I fell into a nice niche, actually. One of the girls I was chatting with has a room very close to mine. And another one is in my Monday night 2-D class. And then the upper classmen had some advice for those who are "very focused on their work": Don't join a sorority. Feel free to sleep overnight in the "artist living quarters" on the fourth floor (hey, it had a stove, a microwave, and many a couch on which to sleep). Relax in between classes in "the black room," which isn't really black anymore because they added flourescent lighting. Overall, I felt the creative mojo flow radiating from the professors, and I think-- at long last-- that I am finally comfortable with my decision to attend NKU. Their art department does not have DAAP, CCAD, or RISD's drive, but it struck me that they understand art on a liveable level as opposed to the to-die-for philosophy, if that makes sense. Touring the floors that belong to the art department in the building, it seemed like a nest for creative and inspirational power. I think I will sweep through that place like a storm and positively thrive. I cut out early to attend the theater department's party. Oh, believe me, the people there were so much louder than the visual artists, and you could tell instantly that there were some people there that never broke character, on or off stage. Again, the professors were there and truly, they seemed like the nicest souls. It's not that they were necessarily being professional-- they truly were nice people. One of my professors down the line is going to be this guy who had a mega-bash career on Broadway. I have, like, three set design professors. And, get this guys, I met the female version of Hagaman. She was totally the dramatic theater powerhouse, and she holds the students in the palm of her hand. I talked to the chairman of the theater department as well-- what a great guy-- and he remembered me from a talk he had with my mother about my double major situation from months ago. "Oh, yes, Sam, just come in after Labor Day and we'll get your schedule all laid out and ready to go for you." When they said he cures the problems of any student, they weren't kidding. I did not meet any other theater tech students there today, although I'm sure they're prowling in the shadows, as they're accustomed to do. But still a lot of interesting people. I mean, hell, they're actors and dancers. To some degree, you could tell that some of them were fake and trying to scare the freshmen off from auditioning for "Man of La Mancha" (those auditions are this Tuesday, the second day of school), but on the other hand, there were those who embraced whatever the newbies could offer them. NKU's theater department is a hidden jewel, that's for sure. A diamond in the rough. This year is going to be crazy with all those people about. Amusingly enough, it's like attending a school full of me. Only stranger somehow. There is life on that campus. And you know what? I no longer regret writing that rejection letter to RISD.
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