10 weeks ago I walked in Color Theory, listened to my professor go over her expectations for the class, eyed the syllabus, and walked out with tears in my eyes. I feared that this would be an impossible challenge; I immediately planned on getting a B in the class if I was lucky…
10 weeks ago I walked into Speaking of Ideas thinking it wouldn't be that bad, After learning about how much my professor hated capitalism and men… 10 weeks later I walked out and said thank God it’s over.
10 weeks ago I stepped into a drawing II class filled with brilliant drawers with sensitive touches and perfect use of the media. I had never been taught how to do a still life, and I looked around confused when everybody started measuring proportions with their pencil.
But I made it through.
I made it through 7 all nighters, (24 hours with no sleep).
I made it through 12 art projects, (not including the countless media studies that I completed for color theory).
I made it through photoshoots.
I made it through drama.
I made it through.
This quarter I started my first two weeks sitting at a table in the tutoring center. I complained about mixing paints and I dreaded still life drawings more than I dreaded mixing paints, (which says a lot). Even my best friends had noticed how I was not myself anymore; I was in my room more and my shoulders were constantly tense with stress. I laughed, but not as much, not as loud, not as real. I was no longer having fun at my dream school; it felt like actual college.
After many talks with Callie about how to eliminate negativity, and many phone calls home to my best friends and family, I was able to scrape up the motivation I needed to finish strong. Color Theory kept me up seven nights and I was the student in the class that never understood what was going on, and I didn't like it. By the end I finished at the top of my class and I can now see color unlike any other. The knowledge I've gained from that class has literally changed my life and I’m so grateful that I was presented with that 10 week challenge.
Throughout January I would dedicate my life to an unending amount of homework and I never made time for myself and the people in my life. Towards the end of the quarter I developed a schedule that allowed me to exercise a few times a week and have fun with my friends one night a weekend. The quarter that presented me with the most obstacles and challenges was overcome and I finished with a 4.0 on the Dean’s List…And I’m really proud to say that.
This spring break is dedicated to me sitting around, laughing with friends and not doing any work at all. I’m so excited and I’m so proud to say that 2/3 of my freshman year is complete.
That’s a wrap everybody!