And it keeps getting worse…

Now my wallet is missing. I have a feeling it was stolen while I was at the gym or something… ugh…  This is just not what I needed today. Parking tickets and art supplies I need to get… Plus food… and gas. Oh god I am so beyond screwed.

The Worst Part of Waking Up

I woke up this morning and remembered I left my car in a no parking 12:01-6:00 AM spot, tow-away zone. I was feeling rather craptastic as it was and relishing the fact that I didn’t have a class until late afternoon, but nope. I ran out into the frigid in just my PJs, to go see if my car was still there.

Luckily it was and there was a nice shiny parking ticket waiting for me. Which makes two I have to pay… I’ll just go to town hall and pay them. I’ll return the books for Children’s Lit now that I dropped it and I’ll use the money from that. That damn car is more trouble than it’s worth sometimes.

The Tale of a Nasty Art Prof

Okay, I know I have to get caught up covering the last three days worth of classes and my initial impressions and all that kinda junk and I’ll do it tonight. But mostly I’m here to say F*CK YOU PROF. F!

I had signed up to take Introduction to Digital Media, sounds awesome right? Well I get into the class and the first thing I notice is that I can’t breathe. It’s a bit muggy but it’s getting worse. Then I look around and notice the professor has her DOG in the classroom. (I’m rather allergic as it were.) But I sit and try to bear it. I’m sitting there listening to her go on and on about her tough-love attitude towards art and showing us what were amazing feats of technology (a beautiful video of women in famous art morphing into each other which must have taken so much work) and telling us how crappy it was, saying it was like getting hit in the face with a hammer.

Now, I am no great artist, and I’m sure she has a point. I’m sure in the art world there are things I don’t understand, things about beauty which are just not my forte. I figured at first I’d just wait until the class was over and leave but the frigid bitch kept going on and on and praising herself and her ideas and shooting down students she had in the past that I very blatantly packed up my shit and got up and left the classroom.

Finally I could breathe again. I went right back to my room and logged online and dropped the class. I was going to take Children’s Lit but I don’t think I can handle the work load.