Behold, gents and fair maidens, the great intellect that poses
boldly before ye, who perhaps holds the fate the world in his firm, yet sensitive grasp. That's right-
enrollment at a prestigious academy, the purchase of several textbooks and attendance to the first day of class...what more does one need to solidify one's place among the upper echelon of today? Never mind the sleepless nights, grueling workload and tens of thousands of dollars of debt which are to come. To focus on such things would be
buffoonery.
Today, the first day of class for the summer session, went well. I had my modern art history class which went as most "firsts" go, with introductory speeches form the professors, class overviews, and short lectures. The rest of the afternoon consisted of walking, buying books, more walking (with my new books), applying for a part time job, more walking (with my new books and a burrito) and ultimately a train ride back to the 'hood. It took more out of me than I realized, but it was a successful day, nonetheless.
This is a crude drawing of the classroom, along with a portrait of my shoe under the desk as a bonus.
Behold, gents and fair maidens, the great intellect that poses boldly before ye, who perhaps holds the fate the world in his firm, yet sensitive grasp. That's right- enrollment at a prestigious academy, the purchase of several textbooks and attendance to the first day of class...what more does one need to solidify one's place among the upper echelon of today? Never mind the sleepless nights, grueling workload and tens of thousands of dollars of debt which are to come. To focus on such things would be buffoonery.
Today, the first day of class for the summer session, went well. I had my modern art history class which went as most "firsts" go, with introductory speeches form the professors, class overviews, and short lectures. The rest of the afternoon consisted of walking, buying books, more walking (with my new books), applying for a part time job, more walking (with my new books and a burrito) and ultimately a train ride back to the 'hood. It took more out of me than I realized, but it was a successful day, nonetheless.
This is a crude drawing of the classroom, along with a portrait of my shoe under the desk as a bonus.
5 comments:
Very amusing update.
Although, I have to wonder, why is there a little leprechaun dude sitting on your lap / sketchbook?
that was actually an asian dude eating a sandwhich on the other side of the classroom...
congrats. im watching the end of blues brothers now and the nazis just ran off the bridge and went straight through the street followed by a station wagon.
somehow the vanquishing of the nazis holds some kind of connection to will starting school again.
god save the queen!
Heh...awesome scene.
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