I survived the fall semester 😛 I managed to get through both classes, and soon the spring semester will start up. I keep getting “deja vu” in a sense as I remember last winter break, when I had just finished the Illustration class and was getting ready to start Painting II. I felt the same mixture of relief, anticipation, and dread. But I feel like I’m learning (or at least starting to learn) to not worry and dread so much. I’ll probably feel the same pressure and “I can’t do this!” feeling. But, as experience has shown me, feelings don’t determine the outcome. I have felt so helpless and “in over my head” and yet had it all turn out well in the end. Similarly, good feelings I’ve had have proven just as deceptive.
I feel like I finally started to take things less seriously this semester. The previous classes I took pretty seriously, especially the one last fall. It was like the only thing in the world was the weight I felt on my shoulders. I think I had on a funeral face most of the time, and I was like a withdrawn turtle, rarely talking to classmates. That’s quite the contrast from how I was in my art class this semester, when I was all smiles (well, in comparison to last year, at least) and talked to everyone in my class, even if it was just friendly comments on their artwork.
The Wandering Waif 