Can you tell i made him take this picture with me?These beginning level Visual Arts classes seriously make me question why I was ever accepted into this program in the first place. I can't tell you how frustrating it is to work very hard on a drawing, bring it to a teacher, and have them hem and haw for a few moments, fishing for something... ANYTHING good to say about it. It doesn't help when you sit at a table with a bunch of illustration majors...
That has essentially been my life for the past two weeks. Some people write papers, I draw. I'm beginning to wonder if the former option is preferable. Drawing has become to me a personal kind of hell. Jeff and I learned yesterday in Doctrine and Covenants class that one type of hell is the hell that is for the telestial beings from the moment they die until they go to the telestial kingdom. It is a place for learning - spirit prison - and it has an end. So, drawing = hell. Or at least hell in one sense of the word.
But it's all good. If I can get through this, I'll be able to finally start taking classes I like, such as those dealing with photography.
On top of all this, I'm working 3 nights a week from 5-10pm and 2 hours on the other 2 days. :) It's an interesting system, because I sit in a room in the Joseph F. Smith bldg. called "The Dungeon" and wait for a reporter to call schedule me to shoot something for them. If no one calls, I can do homework. And lately, (even though it's probably not kosher), Jeff has been coming and hanging out with me so it's not such a bore.
Jeff is doing well. He is getting some GEs out of the way and is trying to decide which career he wants to pursue. He took a career placement test that is making him question whether or not engineering is the job for him, so we'll see. He's thinking of throwing in the towel and becoming a professional chess player.
School is stressful and fun and uplifting all at the same time and it encompasses our entire lives.
peace for now.
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