| 2001-12-10 9:55 p.m. - ghetto labyrinth | Previous * Next |
I AM ghetto. And you know this- MAN.
...I'm ghetto. And I'm listening to a Skirt remix of Magical Labyrinth. I think something's wrong with this picture. I'm too lazy to retype the bad news, so here's a rehash from the Suikobook: So today, as I was working that final still life in charcoal that I've been bitching about all weekend, one of the Directed Study students starts bitching about anime style art. And I keep my mouth shut, partly because this is coming from a guy whose end product for the semester is a bunch of empty milk jugs painted blue. So then it turns into a gigantic class bitch session, and I still ignore it. I've been wise enough already not to let on a single hint of what kind of art I do outside of class. I do good fabric, I work charcoal well, and I work fast. That's all anyone needs to know. I half gather in this same day that "anime shit" is one of the teacher's biggest pet peeves. Well, whoop, what a surprise. Like a million other teachers. What difference does that make? And then I find out that my final portfolio for the class has to include my sketchbook. My sketchbook is full of Defiance notes and scribbles. SHIT. ...is there any way to save face in this situation, or am I just pretty damn screwed no matter what I do?
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