Graphics is pretty much my favourite subject, because I like being creative, and I'm good at it. But sometimes my teacher can be a little... well I don't really have a word, maybe you can think of one for me after this story.
You should know that during the last week of school (when we had no other work given to us), we were told we had to do 6 pages of development. That's 6 A3 pages - which means it's really big. Umm, HELLO??? Last week of school, never gave us more than 2 to do in a week etc. etc. The criteria of the marking page askes for 6-8. 2 optional pages. I managed to finish all of them so I wouldn't have to worry about it over summer. However, a lot of people never finished, and still haven't, she's been having to hassle about 90% of my class about it (and I mean HASSLE).
So, I was on the computer after school doing my digital work and my teacher came round to me and asked to see my sketchbook. I handed it to her and she saw my 6 pages and says to me. 'You need to do 2 more pages of development work.' I stared at her uncomprehending. 'What?' 'You've only done six.' And your point is? 'It's 6 to 8 development pages, right?' 'Ya...' 'So that means you need to do 2 more' 'Ummm ok.... ???'
Does that make any sense to you WHAT SO EVER? Do you see her logic? She said so herself that it was 6 to 8 pages. I don't mind doing them because I was thinking of doing an extra page anyway but I was just a bit befuddled by the way she said that. Am I right or am I having an unecessary rant about nothing?
Ok y'all, I'm ready to come back. England is semi-officially a been there done that. Of course, I was greeted with a warm welcome back, a few stories in the car driving to Manchester. My eyes were almost staying open without anyone having to slap me. Picture taking with a friend in a big city straight after getting off a 8 1/2 hour flight may not seem like a wise decision, but it did keep me awake for 2 hours. On the other hand, however, reading Eclipse in a quiet room upstairs above my Mom's shop did not. I fell I sleep, but was awaken by my Mom laughing at my poor attempt to stay awake. Now, this post may become (or already is) disjointed and nonsensical (is that a word, if so, go me!), but it's making me think and that's keeping me awake. 3 more hours 3 more hours.
As I get out of the car -into the rain- I shuffle through the door and upstairs to put my stuff down. My bed is covered in ka-rap. There's some alliteration for you. All over the floor are odd bits of clothes and my school files. On the desk, there's a make up brush set laying open with 5 brushes missing. And my orchid has died :( BUT, when I went to take I bath, I discovered there was an adventerous new shampoo...
A mani-pedi is on my schedule. As is unpacking, finishing eclipse, school stuff blah blah blah. It's not all bad, though. There's a case of 'good root beer' in the kitchen and I get to hug and pet and squish my kitties till the cows come home. I miss friendly americans, I miss my aunts and uncles and grandparents and cousins and..., I miss Wal Mart, I miss Taco Bell, I miss the tempurpedic bed and my nightly adventures with my aunts, to get an innocent tub of Ben and Jerry's or to get a black cow.
But guess what I was doing today? I did it TWICE!! I was DEFYING GRABITY! Well, that's all I have to say. Maybe my brain will come up with some more fascinating details to blog about. It probably would help once I get out of the grumpy, jet lagged teenager mode, dontchya think?
