The Diary of Queen Mothy |
Waltzing to Drawing II written @ 7:46 PM on September 10, 2002 Ayyyyyyyyyye, muthafungooooooooo! The stars have shifted and I can feel my Taurus being moving into Libra-- argh!! Friday Steph #2 chickened out, so neither my roommate or she-- and hence, not I-- went to the tattoo parlor. I was miffed, especially since I designed their tattoos (which they really liked). So... let me try to remember, what did I do Friday? Oh yeah. I worked on homework and then hung out at some theater guys' dorm room. Guess what, guys. I think I finally found two individuals who may know more showtunes than me. Then Saturday my roommate and I went shopping for dorm decorating stuff. Yeah, we bonded in a sense. You ought to see our room now. You'd guys be so proud of me. I got Linkin Park and Harry Potter posters-- that's right, not many unicorns. And there's tube lighting and glow-in-the-dark stars out the wazoo. All in all, we each spent $70. Saturday night was a repeat of Friday night... We're such losers. Sunday I worked on homework. All day. It sucked. And I did laundry, which is like a great accomplishment when it comes to my life. I had so much work to do that I did not finish what needed to be finished by yesterday today. I was under a phenomenal amount of stress until about an hour ago. And now the story of the hour. Sunday night I get a message on my machine from my mother who said that someone from the NKU registration office by the name of "Shelly" wanted to speak to me "after nine tomorrow" about my A.P. Art credit. It being already late, I waited until after my stagecraft class the next morning to call her back. I ended up getting someone named Carrie in Bufu Land, Kentucky... so instead of playing with those horrid telephones-- Graham Bell be damned-- I went to the registration office across the campus. There some guy at the front desk sat. "May I help you?" "Yeah, someone named Shelly called me about my A.P. credits from high school." "There's no one by the name of Shelly here. There's Shirley and Sandy, though." Good ol' dependable Mom. So I called Shirley on the courtesy phone. "Oh yes, Samantha, I just wanted to inform you that you got a 5 on your A.P. Studio Art portfolio." "Yeah..." "So that means you don't have to take Art 210." A pause. "Would that be my drawing class?" "Hmm, let me check the computer, yes, I believe so." "So... what does this all mean?" "It means you can either drop the class and accept your A.P. credit, or you can forfeit your credit and continue taking the class." "Can't I transfer into Drawing II?" "I don't think during the fourth week that you may, but to be sure, check with the art department chair." "Okay..." Now, what I wanted to know at this point, since I've known my A.P. score for about a month now, was, How come these people did not inform me that I could drop the class before figuring my schedule in the first place? Dear old Shirley did not expect me to go to the art chair immediately after. But I did, and I explained this new situation. Thom called Shirley and had a rather lengthy conversation to her that bordered on a remarkable coldness against those paper shufflers in the registration office. At one point during the conversation, he asked, "Ah, yes, indeed, and just when did registration receive word about her A.P. score?" After a pause, he rolled his eyes in my direction, and when he finally got off the phone, he said, "She danced around my question so what that means is that somewhere along the line, someone screwed up." So, the nice guy that Thom the new chairman is, he told me to come back to his office this morning at nine. He said he was going to try to pull some strings and bypass the NKU computer to get me both my A.P. credit and entry into Drawing II. So this morning, after many days at this point of wracking my brains out over other college work, I went to the visual arts building, found Thom, and was whisked away to the dear old drawing room, where I met Julie, the Drawing II professor. Thom explained to her my situation, and at first she was hesitant to allow me entry because she "already had 24 students" but "one more wasn't going to make a difference." So sensing victory for me, I retrieved my drawing stuff and set up. Now, I had heard before hand that this was "life drawing." I wasn't sure how live the subject was until I saw the old man with the green bath robe walk in. Oh God, it's my Art Academy of Cincinnati figure drawing classes all over again. Quite a bit more than I bargained for on my first day. So yeah, the class does nude modeling. Everyday. But once again, however, I proved my skill level to the professor. I am beyond the level of most of the students. Yeeeup, yeeeup, just moving right up through the college ranks. I should have my B.F.A degree by next week! I gave Julie my slides and sketchbook stuff to further reinforce my stay in the class. So, this evening I said goodbye to Comrade van Gogh. He flipped through my sketchbook and said, "Yeah, I think you're Drawing II material." Great. Thanks for recognizing that the FOURTH WEEK. But he did say, "Awwwe, I'm losing my better students..." So I'm thinking of Comrade van Gogh on a final positive note. But this week has been holy hell so far. Too much to do. In fact, I leave you here.
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