that i’m actually done. i can’t believe it – it hasn’t really hit me yet. this semester’s charette has been the oddest out of the six that i’ve had so far… i’ll write up this brief post but please bear with me through the sleep-deprived-induced grammatical-errors and nonsense ramblings… but seriously, this past week really stretched my patience thin, almost to the point that situations seemed comical – really? right now? on thursday i had decided on joining a bible study potluck at u-place and got pulled over by a cop who informed me that my registration was expired. he didn’t write me a ticket, just a court summons, but i think that my stress level was so high at that time that i was literally on the verge of tears. well, that was unusual. but the next day we had fourth year gcf banquet and it was such a touching event – i cried almost every presentation! i went back to studio to work, and got back to my apartment at 3 a.m. – well, someone parked in my parking spot and there were absolutely no street spots open for me to park. it was most likely some frat boy across the street… it was upsetting to say the least. i had to call a tow truck and that took at least another hour. [sidenote: they pried the door open with a 2x4 and some wiry object - just. like. that. considering how long it took for us to get billy's door open when we were heading up to nj, i thought of how useful it would be to have such a skill...] and then strangely, on saturday, after working the entire day and being constantly tempted by the frisbee tournament going on a few feet away from where i was working, i came home at around 3 a.m. to a pitch black apartment – turns out that the power was out in our apartment (although my neighbors seemed to be doing just fine!). i did everything by candlelight (even lighting the candle with a match and taking a shower!), and just as i tucked myself in bed, the electricity came back.
and now it gets me thinking and wondering… i realized that even through all of these strange occurences, i felt a lot of peace, knowing that things were going to be all right in the end. i know they were meant to stir up a frantic fury within (because i felt the urge oftentimes), but most of the time i was subdued enough to take a step back and think about how silly the situation was and how it wasn’t worth my energy to get upset about. i realize that even though i set out every hour of the week to work on my studio project, things don’t always go the way i plan it and i can’t be upset about that. i also realize that when i’m bent on something and really focus my mind on it, i shut out every other thing in the world – friends, family, God – other things actually more important than my work. i realize perfection is subjective or absolutely unattainable, not really about what you do but about how you do it. i realize that i absolutely value hard work and that it really chisels your character into possessing an admirable quality (although the downside is i find it hard to respect people who do not work hard.). i love the a-school and the a-school family, and will dearly miss it when we leave… :[
YAY!!! Lynn you are DONE!!
tho exthiting. I am proud of you! hehehe
Congratulations!!