Today was my first day back at school. As I drove up I-95, I noticed a determined resolve in my being with the thought of recommitting to yet another semester-my last semester. Granted, resolve turned into frustration when I hit really bad traffic trying to exit the highway that was backed up due to a fire truck blocking two lanes for a simple fender-bender about half a mile down the road I exit off of. I ended up 20 minutes late for class.
I have 4 classes-4 hard classes.
3 of possibly the best art teachers Florida Atlantic University has to offer, but also the most challenging and stretching.
Photography
Sculpture
Senior Design
Senior Seminar (basically portfolio building and everything to do with putting on a BFA show of all our work)
My first assignment trying to put on my BFA show is picking a venue to host the event. I’m racking my brain trying to come up with the most interesting and inviting options. So far on the top of my list are places like, a parking garage, a rooftop downtown, an airplane hanger; really anything that doesn’t have boring florescent lighting and looks like any old type of meeting room.
I’m going to be the most stretched and the most lacking for time I’ve ever been in school this semester. But oddly enough, I’m really looking forward to it.
Some people dread the thought of school, I’ve come to love it however. Everyday, I get to go and work on my craft, the thing I want to do with my life, the thing God called me to do.
I was staying at a friend’s house last week and the girl’s room I was sleeping in had a note on the mirror. It read,
“school is a blessing”
And it is. That’s my opinion walking into my last semester, and that’s what I’ll graduate with.
