First Day Back
Hi Mom.
I promise I will have separate posts coming soon that will touch on the past few months when I went incognito blog-wise. Look for those in the future and if they are not there I'm sure you will have already given me crap about it. :)
So, this Semester I have NO morning classes - HAZZAH. BUT I did wake up at 8 am and hit the gym. Great leg day. Definitely going to be feeling it tomorrow, but excited to go again tomorrow morning and do arm day. I felt like a pro walking in with my new yoga bag (courtesy of Jason's Mom) and walking out drenched in sweat. Plus it's kind of nice to be able to wake up, work out, shower THEN go to class whereas last semester the only free time during the day I had was 12-3, so I would wake up, go to class, work out, shower, go to class. Showering in the middle of the day was super weird and it meant putting on makeup -if only foundation - twice. And makeup is not cheap my friends.
Figure Drawing II was my first class today, and there is no doubt I will either a) be tearing a muscle in my shoulder or b) coming out of this semester with amazing Hulk-like shoulder muscles. The school lovingly cut off the short cut that students usually take to get across campus to the Academic Center, where many classes are held. There is now a chain metal fence around much of the middle of campus where construction is going to be taking place. And with the shortcut cut off, we have to walk around the edge of campus hauling heavy portfolios cases full of two giant drawing pads and a not-so-light Masonite drawing board. Second workout of the day.
Like any good student, I arrived to my first class about 20 minutes early. Other students were already sitting and set up, so I sat on my preferred horse , set up my board and newsprint, set out my charcoals and waited....and waited....30 minutes after the scheduled start of class, me and 15 other students shrugged, and had our model who we all knew from the past semester pose for some warm-ups for us. Someone figured it was a test, that the teacher would scold us for not starting on time, with or without him. That's a very Ringling thing to do. Then an hour and a half passed and we knew there wasn't anyone coming to instruct us. At one point a maintenance man came in to fix the air condition that was leaking and we eyed him suspicious, ready for him to tear off his beard and declare that he was the teacher in disguise. Someone else suggested that the model skeleton was looking a little too suspicious.
Naturally a few people left, there's always slackers, even on the first day, but the majority of us went on with our Figure Drawing session, doing gestures for a good 2 hours. (Do you KNOW how much we are paying for this non-teacher-lead education? You bet we're going to get our 3 hours of model studio time). It was probably for the best I didn't have a new teacher hovering over my shoulder, judging my strain to get back in the groove of drawing. I actually did very little over break so I'm a little rusty and was glad today's gestures were not scrutinized as my first impression to a new professor.
After that I went back to the dorm, puttered around on my computer, watched some House Hunter Renovation (according to Jason I have a problem...psh what), ate dinner and then headed to my night class: History of Illustration.
Sigh.
I had been told by my fellow students that I shouldn't worry about this 7-9:45pm class because we hardly ever actually have to go to class and do a lot of it online...well that is not the case this semester. Ringling hired a new teacher, and bless her heart she seems awesome. And I'm actually excited about the class, but dang. That time slot is awful. Today was fine since all we did was go through the syllabus and talk about the schedule, so we were out of there by 8. But there are going to be some rough nights if I am expected to take diligent notes on history till 10 o'clock every Monday.
As I sat in my History of Illustration class, my teacher flipped through a number of illustrations that we would be talking about this semester. I was beyond sad when I had to leave my family and Jason at the airport on Saturday. Never in my life had I thought I would be the kind of person to cry in an airport. And even on the drive from Orlando to Sarasota I felt like I was going to be sad forever (as one tends to feel in these kinds of situations), but today was a reminder. Getting to see those illustrations transcend time got me excited. As hard as the distance is from home and as sad and lonely as I may be sometimes, this is where I'm supposed to be right now. Because I don't know a lot of people that can say they know exactly what they want to do with the rest of their lives, and as long as I'm alive I'm going to draw...even if its small illustrations to all my friends and family during the holidays because I'm a broke,starving artist.
I promise I will have separate posts coming soon that will touch on the past few months when I went incognito blog-wise. Look for those in the future and if they are not there I'm sure you will have already given me crap about it. :)
So, this Semester I have NO morning classes - HAZZAH. BUT I did wake up at 8 am and hit the gym. Great leg day. Definitely going to be feeling it tomorrow, but excited to go again tomorrow morning and do arm day. I felt like a pro walking in with my new yoga bag (courtesy of Jason's Mom) and walking out drenched in sweat. Plus it's kind of nice to be able to wake up, work out, shower THEN go to class whereas last semester the only free time during the day I had was 12-3, so I would wake up, go to class, work out, shower, go to class. Showering in the middle of the day was super weird and it meant putting on makeup -if only foundation - twice. And makeup is not cheap my friends.
Figure Drawing II was my first class today, and there is no doubt I will either a) be tearing a muscle in my shoulder or b) coming out of this semester with amazing Hulk-like shoulder muscles. The school lovingly cut off the short cut that students usually take to get across campus to the Academic Center, where many classes are held. There is now a chain metal fence around much of the middle of campus where construction is going to be taking place. And with the shortcut cut off, we have to walk around the edge of campus hauling heavy portfolios cases full of two giant drawing pads and a not-so-light Masonite drawing board. Second workout of the day.
Like any good student, I arrived to my first class about 20 minutes early. Other students were already sitting and set up, so I sat on my preferred horse , set up my board and newsprint, set out my charcoals and waited....and waited....30 minutes after the scheduled start of class, me and 15 other students shrugged, and had our model who we all knew from the past semester pose for some warm-ups for us. Someone figured it was a test, that the teacher would scold us for not starting on time, with or without him. That's a very Ringling thing to do. Then an hour and a half passed and we knew there wasn't anyone coming to instruct us. At one point a maintenance man came in to fix the air condition that was leaking and we eyed him suspicious, ready for him to tear off his beard and declare that he was the teacher in disguise. Someone else suggested that the model skeleton was looking a little too suspicious.
Naturally a few people left, there's always slackers, even on the first day, but the majority of us went on with our Figure Drawing session, doing gestures for a good 2 hours. (Do you KNOW how much we are paying for this non-teacher-lead education? You bet we're going to get our 3 hours of model studio time). It was probably for the best I didn't have a new teacher hovering over my shoulder, judging my strain to get back in the groove of drawing. I actually did very little over break so I'm a little rusty and was glad today's gestures were not scrutinized as my first impression to a new professor.
After that I went back to the dorm, puttered around on my computer, watched some House Hunter Renovation (according to Jason I have a problem...psh what), ate dinner and then headed to my night class: History of Illustration.
Sigh.
I had been told by my fellow students that I shouldn't worry about this 7-9:45pm class because we hardly ever actually have to go to class and do a lot of it online...well that is not the case this semester. Ringling hired a new teacher, and bless her heart she seems awesome. And I'm actually excited about the class, but dang. That time slot is awful. Today was fine since all we did was go through the syllabus and talk about the schedule, so we were out of there by 8. But there are going to be some rough nights if I am expected to take diligent notes on history till 10 o'clock every Monday.
As I sat in my History of Illustration class, my teacher flipped through a number of illustrations that we would be talking about this semester. I was beyond sad when I had to leave my family and Jason at the airport on Saturday. Never in my life had I thought I would be the kind of person to cry in an airport. And even on the drive from Orlando to Sarasota I felt like I was going to be sad forever (as one tends to feel in these kinds of situations), but today was a reminder. Getting to see those illustrations transcend time got me excited. As hard as the distance is from home and as sad and lonely as I may be sometimes, this is where I'm supposed to be right now. Because I don't know a lot of people that can say they know exactly what they want to do with the rest of their lives, and as long as I'm alive I'm going to draw...even if its small illustrations to all my friends and family during the holidays because I'm a broke,
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