One kid's hobby was "nose blowing," there was a true or false question about something he shared with us at the start of a lecture because he was frustrated ("You guys like gadgets? Yeah? Well, this is one that I really like. *holds up a stapler* They're pretty cheap; you can get them at the bookstore. You use it like this... *staples a paper* I suggest you guys buy one and try using it." He was joking around with us, but I'm sure he didn't appreciate how some people had turned in mountains of unstapled pages.), and the first question asked us about the most important thing we learned.
I told him that I realized that I like computer science and that I'll be seeing him next semester in 110 :)
Oh, yeah, and I woke my roommates up at 6:50 this morning when I "fell" out of my loft bed. It was a total accident. The alarm clock went off, I turned around and started climbing down the ladder, and then I felt a "hypotensive attack" coming on. I have orthostatic hypotension, which isn't a big deal until I stand up. My blood pressure drops rapidly, I lose my vision, and I lose my balance. That isn't usually a big deal either, unless I'm standing on a flippin' ladder. I knew that I was less than three feet off the floor, so I decided to jump off. That didn't work too well, because I couldn't make myself let go of the ladder with one hand and I lost my balance. I jumped and threw myself into the television, my plastic drawer, and the big cabinet. I had regained balance and vision by the time the cabinet caught me, and I wanted to laugh hysterically. Then I realized that my roommates were already awake and confused, so I kept myself quiet until I got into the bathroom.
I had an idea last night. There's a big wooden wall on campus that is open for clubs and individuals to paint and spray graffiti, and I always enjoy walking by and seeing fun slogans and wonderful artwork. I was tired of studying Chemistry (I'd actually been studying for almost two days straight, minus sleeping/eating/etc.), and I worked on a stencil design so that I could do my own picture on the wall. Right now, it's just Sharpie on copy paper, but I'm almost finished with my cereal, so I'll save the cardboard from that to make the stencil more sturdy. It says "AMO LATINAM!" in funny letters.
I don't know if Mrs. McCranie would be proud of me or not. On one hand, I'm actually using the lettering skills that she taught me. She's a calligrapher herself, so I had a lot of calligraphy and lettering lessons in my three years of high school art. On the other hand, she probably wouldn't approve of my doing graffiti in any form, regardless of whether it's legal or not (I wouldn't vandalize someone else's property--the wall is there for the students, at least until they finish renovating Lee Hall.).
I'm planning on visiting my old high school next week, and I plan to visit her when I'm there. The inevitable question will be, "Are you doing any art at college?" I'm going to answer with, "Oh, well... I painted a few t-shirts [I'll leave out the part about going Jackson Pollock at the Glow Zone party during orientation.], and I've done lots of photography. I've done a little bit of drawing. I've also done some graffiti, and I'm in GALL--you know, pseudo-vandalism, social experiments..."
She'll freak. I mean, she freaked when Robert splattered paint on his canvas and did a few drawings that were blatantly anti-religion. But I'm doing a whole lot more art now than I ever did in high school, and I'm having a whole lot more fun.
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