This post is probably going to be all over the place, so I apologize in advance.
Sometimes, I just really want to tell people to get over themselves. No one I've met on here, just people in real life.
Our teacher finally gave us back our abstract expressionist pieces yesterday. Here is one of mine:
In other art news, I had a 'plaster disaster' yesterday. In my sculpture class, we are supposed to be making large scale sculptures out of plaster. So, our teacher had us make our own boxes [out of wood] to cast our blocks in. Everyone else pretty much made your standard square. But no, he had me make a weird shaped box. Some where along the line, something went wrong, because when we went to pour the plaster in, it was like a broken dam, and it ended up all over the floor.
Four of us hurried to scoop up as much of it as we could before it hardened to the floor. Like I said....DISASTER. My teacher just laughed. Apparently it was amusing to him. And, had it not been MY PROJECT that almost got ruined, I'm sure I would have been laughing as well.
Alabama has been very stormy the past few days. In fact, I skipped two classes because of the terrible weather, and I'm sure I'll regret it next week. Oh well. I had to go to one of the local high schools today to do observation hours. My friend Tiffany and I sat through a two hour Art I course. It reminded me a lot of the time that I sat in my sister's classroom for an hour, and it seriously makes me reconsider what I want to do 'when I grow up'.
Sometimes, I just really want to tell people to get over themselves. No one I've met on here, just people in real life.
Our teacher finally gave us back our abstract expressionist pieces yesterday. Here is one of mine:
In other art news, I had a 'plaster disaster' yesterday. In my sculpture class, we are supposed to be making large scale sculptures out of plaster. So, our teacher had us make our own boxes [out of wood] to cast our blocks in. Everyone else pretty much made your standard square. But no, he had me make a weird shaped box. Some where along the line, something went wrong, because when we went to pour the plaster in, it was like a broken dam, and it ended up all over the floor.
Four of us hurried to scoop up as much of it as we could before it hardened to the floor. Like I said....DISASTER. My teacher just laughed. Apparently it was amusing to him. And, had it not been MY PROJECT that almost got ruined, I'm sure I would have been laughing as well.
Alabama has been very stormy the past few days. In fact, I skipped two classes because of the terrible weather, and I'm sure I'll regret it next week. Oh well. I had to go to one of the local high schools today to do observation hours. My friend Tiffany and I sat through a two hour Art I course. It reminded me a lot of the time that I sat in my sister's classroom for an hour, and it seriously makes me reconsider what I want to do 'when I grow up'.
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Didn't my students ask you a bunch of weird questions or something? I can't remember. I just know you should be grateful that there wasn't a fight while you were there! But seriously don't forget that you actually have a choice where you teach. Never let anyone tell you that your 1st year you just have to take whatever you can get. Its not worth it.
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