Today is a rant. A long-winded potentially pointless rant.
I'm a student. My major is University Studies. This allows me a lot of freedom (1 minor, 2 clusters) in the classes I take.
Home and Family studies=sewing, cooking, parenting, child development etc. LOVE IT!
Creative writing=lit and writing classes. LOVE IT!
Photography=art and photo classes. hoping to LOVE IT!
I have an excellent camera and I really want to learn to take better quality pictures.
Which is why I decided to cluster in something I wasn't already slightly familiar with.
It's scary for me!
But I am learning something. You know how English majors can be really snobby?
(And I can say that because I was one for a while and still sort of am...)
Well, these Art majors are uber-snobs too!
I'm in an online Art 117 class. Elements and Principles of Design.
100 level. Brand new.
Oh, no. WRONG!
Everyone in the class is already really good and talented. I mean, stellar paintings and drawings are scanned and submitted each week and I am left ashamed of my crappy skills.
Part of the course is commenting on other people's work.
Yeah, I freaking hate that.
My art teacher has sent several emails demanding perfection, especially in our cutting and measurements and following directions.
He finished off one email with the following sentence:
"Remember, anything worth doing is worth do well"
Do you see the irony in this?
Apparently his sentence was not worth writing...
Which just goes to show the only thing people are concerned about being perfect is what they see as most important. To me, my teacher looks like an idiot every time he sends an email because it is scattered with typos and grammar mistakes.
Last week we were assigned a color wheel.
I can do that!
I spent hours mixing colors and even more time cutting out perfectly measured squares for the final assignment. I painted on fancy paper before attaching it to the copy paper. I didn't want my teacher to have any room to tell me I don't know how to follow directions
Here's my final product and I am pretty proud of it. Considering my Art kit was missing red paint I think I made out pretty well.
(mixing orange and magenta will eventually make red if you plead and cry with it enough)
First comment I received? "so neat!! I like all the perfectly straight edges! it looks like you
could have just done it on the computor. Great job on hiding the mark of
Seriously???? Can you say.... ART SNOB!! Computer is spelled wrong and her sarcasm is practically bleeding through my computer screen. "hiding the mark of the artist" Talk about RUDE!
And just for your viewing pleasure, here is her final product:
She submitted it upside down and off center. I didn't just make it that way for the blog hah! Okay, Okay. I'm done with my rant. Um.... TMI!
I say "kid-friendly" because I really don't want my 3-year-old son running around with a sheet over his head or long Ghost tails to trip on. So I modified a few of the regulars and it turned out perfect for Sunshine
(Btw, I haven't forgotten about the Bird's Halloween costume... it's just I don't have a brain. I bought all the supplies to make her costume last week, completely ignoring the fact I was getting my wisdom teeth out on Friday. Um hello? Do I have a brain? No. But I'm truckin' along on it and hopefully will be done soon.)
Okay, back to it.
This week we will embark on TMI and also an embarrassing fact or two.
A couple weeks back, a group of girls went to Applebees.
See? Here's the napkin.
It just so happen that about 99.99% of the group was pregnant.
The topic started moving that way, because it always does, and before you know it we're talking about
You read that right...
(Say "what"accenting the "h"... that's how I'm saying it)
I was totally confused.
How does that even work? I asked.
How would you know what it's suppose to feel like? I voiced.
So my friend, being the dear she is, flipped that napkin over and drew me this little beauty:
And I'll stop there.
If we ever have another baby, "self-checking" will be yet another thing to add to the list of things I missed the first two times around...
The embarrassing thing was how many questions the table was asking, considering almost all of us had at least one baby.
I have two kiddos.
And I am grossly uninformed about the anatomy and biological process of birth.