Thursday, December 15, 2011

One. More. Semester.

Last night, at approximately 5:23, I had dwindled my college career down to one semester left. And I can tell you, it's a dang good feeling. This semester has been testing. Seriously. Hated a lot of it. Mostly the class part. I figured since this is half-time of my senior year in college I would do another one of my infamous end-of-the-year lists. I think it will help me when I'm hating everything come spring. So here we go.


  • Wake up on time.
  • Two vowels go walking, the second one does the talking. (In German at least)
  • Oktoberfest is actually in September.
  • Umlauts make me want to jump out the window.

PAINTING . . . something

  • Canvases are expensive as crap.
  • My professor's a douche.
  • I love James Ensor and Paul Cezanne.
  • I didn't learn anything about oil paint.


  • I should have been working with ink the whole time.
  • Black and white is my forte.
  • Adobe Illustrator blows.
  • Skulls should be done with stippling.


  • Becoming an English minor was the worst decision of my life.
  • The Lion King was based on Hamlet. I think that's why I enjoyed this play best.
  • You can get through an English class without reading any of the plays. Just show up and watch the movies.
  • Don't try to follow Purdon's bunny trails. It isn't worth the headache.
  • It's all a construct.

Well, next semester, I'm bringing the same distress to myself -- more German, Printmaking, World Literature, and another Painting class. I know it's not a lot of credits, but it will suck on top of track meets/practice and working at the dirty bird.  My one saving thought is the idea of spending all of January talking about baseball . . . for a class. Whaterrr.  I'm just pumped about being this close to graduation.