When I finally get ready for school and get there it is usually around 7 o'clock. I don't know exactly why I'm always there early. I don't have a first block or anything. I go to the library or somewhere to work on a ceaseless and ever growing pile of work. Anytime I actually finish one assignment it seems like the pile grows by at least three more assignments.
Art is a joke.
I felt like I was the teacher was talking down to me like I was a first grader repeating the instructions several times over and over again. All we had to do was find a picture and tell how it represented the principle of art we were assigned. She kept going on about it over and over. I spent last friday randomly tearing magazine photos for and hour and a half. Then, there are the people in art who are continually driving me up the walls.