College

Its been over eight years since I graduated from high school. Since then, I've worked - a lot - and had sworn to myself that I was only going to take a year or two off from school. Well, a year or two turned into eight. But now, I've decided to finally take that leap. I started college this fall. I haven't felt this excited and scared since the day before my first day of high school (except maybe when I moved to Cali for a short time a couple years ago).

I'm loving being in school. I signed up for two classes, Psychology and Drawing. Being an artist, naturally I thought that I would enjoy Drawing more than Psychology - I was affraid I wasn't ready for a class like Psych. Ironically, I've found that I enjoy Psych more than Drawing! My Drawing instructer has done nothing but rub me the wrong way since the first day. She'll draw right on your project to show you how she thinks it should look instead of using a separate sheet of paper, and she's wishy washy - constantly changing her mind. In the world of art you come to expect eccentricity, but she's down right obnoxious. I come home from her class feeling drained instead of excited about my projects. The atmosphere is very repressive. She won't even allow us to really talk to each other. The best class period we had was with the substitute. We were all talking, laughing, joking around with eachother! I came home from class actually smiling and telling my fiance how wonderful class was!

When I began school, I thought I knew what I wanted to be when I "grew up". Now, I'm considering going in a completely different direction! It's amazing how quickly even a firmly placed decision can be changed, just by one or two small experiences.

autumn

autumn wind
bringing winter's inevitable fury
arboral wrath
enraged dancing
red, orange, yellow, brown
complaining of the approaching
funnels of dead twirl
changes on the horizon
delight
fear
pumpkins crafted
glowing eyes and smirks
stories of spirits lingering
sweets, pie, turkey
closely stalking