03.21.08
Crankshaft
I feel like an asshole, and not the good kind.
In Space Research we've got a new project involving plywood (here's hoping a miss placed buzzsaw to the head puts me out of my misery) and it's also a continuation of a previous project involving paper replicas of everyday objects. Seeing as a I wasn't here for that first part of the assignment, by plywood piece needed some requirement tweaking. The me feeling like an asshole part came in when my teacher kept bringing up Qatar in class.
"So aside from Anne Marie, did anybody else do anything amazing this Spring Break? Hmm? Anyone?"
"Don't worry about those two assignments you missed, you got to go on this mind blowing trip instead."
"Here, choose which of these assignments sound best for this project."
(Extremely highbrow literary reference coming up) I feel like Stanley in 'Holes' when all the other campers start resenting him because Zero insists on digging his hole for him. I don't know if anyone in either of my studio classes gives much of a shit, but I still feel bad. It's not my fault my teacher keeps giving me all these breaks, same goes for my drawing teacher. We were supposed to show him a portfolio of all of our drawings/work thus far in the semester. I spent the night before respraying everything with fixative, trimming the edges, etc etc, only for him to be like "Oh you don't have to worry about showing me your portfolio, I know where you are in the class, and besides you were traveling abroad, don't worry about it."
The whole thing makes me feel like an asshole. I got shithead karma by winning that contest (forreals, like 13 people entered and I'm pretty sure 10 of them were from our class where it was assigned as homework) and basically had a 17 day Spring Break with no repercussions (aside from a backlog of English reading)
And also, I'd still like to go over my fucking drawings, sir, because they're far from perfect and I need to know what he wants me to improve on and there's plenty to go on, my value drawings are shyte.
Ugh I'm cantankerous, and the worst part is, if they had in fact made me make up the work I'd be bitching here instead about "I WAS TRAVELLING ABROAD, HOW DHARE THEY MAKE ME DO WORK."
I WILL NEVER BE SATISFIED, EXCEPT POSSIBLY BY THESE DELICIOUS REESES CUPS IN PASTEL COLORED FOIL, HOW FESTIVE!
ratherbored at 12:35