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Creative Power written @ 3:38 PM on November 05, 2002 Today was an official Sam Reno "Screw the World" sort of day. It rained, so that was the primary thing lending to my gloom, in additon to it being "that time of the month," as if you all were really interested in that sort of thing. I wanted to hang myself in drawing class. As much as I like the class, Robert, the male model, drives me crazy because he moves too much and messes up my value ranges, dammit. Half the class and I spent most of the day trying to hang our pictures-- as slowly as possible so we wouldn't have to draw the old man. But as it turned out, my professor left early to go to a funeral so we took the opportunity to grant ourselves a break and excuse ourselves a from class rather early. Immigration experiences was spent in the University Center with a presentation for college freshmen about choosing a major. As if I needed that. I really wish I had the authority to excuse myself from that session. Math was inspirationally boring. After completing today's quiz, I set about doing the next section's homework. The next section was about spanning trees, a type of graph which I'm not interested in explaining. To say the least, it was pointless unless you work as a networker in a telephone company. I finished the homework before the lecture even began, and then set to work naming 25 different species of trees. Then alphabetizing them. Feeling particularly inspired, I sketched the guy dozing off diagonally of me. And then I remembered how I used to draw all the time in math class in junior high. Junior high I would like to call my creatively powered days. I had this zest for all things artistic that just did not stay with me upon entering high school. I'm willing to bet RISD would have given me more money in high school if I had the creative power I had in junior high. But voila, I suddenly relapsed into creative power mode this dreadful day in math class in college. All I want to do is art now. I've started all my final projects way ahead of the rest of my classes. I don't want to go out; I can't bear to be on this computer much longer. Skipping dinner looks appealing, but I'm sure I'll get tired of this new motivation early. So off I go, on another Sam Reno project rampage. Which reminds me. I forgot to meet with my professor about a class. Shit.
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