I would like to begin by saying that I am an art-supply-buying beast. I went to Primary and Ex Libris and compared prices for every item on my Color Theory supply list. 30 minutes after class ended, I had all of my supplies for Color Theory and, here’s the real exciting part, I DID NOT WAIT IN LINE FOR 4½ HOURS. For once, Ex Libris had a cheaper grand total, and I was the only person in line. It was pretty sweet.
I know, some of you are all what’s the big deal with buying art supplies? Truth is my friends, you can’t truly understand the start-of-quarter madness at an art school unless you experience it for yourself. And by experience I mean getting 3 long lists of supplies and textbooks for each class (that you know is going to run you a very pretty penny), braving the hordes that mob the art stores, weaving back and forth through the throng to make sure that you have everything, and finally heading to the third floor so that you can stand in the line that winds its way down to the first floor register.
The entire process can take hours or even days. It is suggested that you bring snackage and some good reading to sustain you.
Unless you are an art-supply-getting’ beast like me. Then you’re in and out in less than half an hour.
My Color Theory professor is pretty much the cutest woman ever. She’s a little British woman who lives on an island in the Mediterranean, except for when she lives in Paris during the summer. She flies back to the States to teach every quarter.
Who does that?
And how?
And can I come? I am quiet and don’t each much. That’s actually not true, I eat a lot.
Anyway, she laid it all out on the line this morning, saying that we’re going to have a lot of intense assignments during the first three weeks because she believes that we need to start off strong and learn by doing and learn as much as we possibly can because we sure are paying for it. Amen sister. I like her already.
Later on, Composition was interesting. It was pretty much a reunion of my Survey of Western Art II class from last quarter. Somehow a bunch of us ended up in the same English class.
Professor Stivers seems like a pretty cool guy. He has a very dry sense of humor and even made the class laugh a few times despite the fact that most everyone did not want to be there because it was BEAUTIFUL outside. And also because it was English class. I had a full view of the windows in both of my classes today, and with Savannah being the essence of PERFECTION in the spring, it is hard to be mentally present in class. I rode my bike through the parks to my classes and it was divine. The absolute epitome of loveliness.
Anyway, the Stivers walks in at the beginning of class and looks quizzically at the odd arrangement of the desks—the desks form a perimeter around the room with a large, empty space in the center. He tells us to move the desks into five rows because the existing set-up is just lame. So we proceed to move the desks into rows.
But 4 rows instead of 5.
Because we apparently cannot count.
I like to call this little phenomenon “that’s why we’re in art school.”
This lack of basic math skills also occurs when I’m doing reps at the gym. I get to 30-something and mysteriously drift into the teens or twenties. The only reason I didn’t get mixed up in Bootcamp was because everyone counted out loud and the din covered my miscounts.
I don’t know if miscount is a word.
But more on Bootcamp tomorrow because there is a story there. A small story, but a story nonetheless.
Much love,
Arielle
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