#feeling glad

[spi-ltmilk]

https://instagram.com/p/BK5L9R2gfId/

[meguwumi]

got sunshine in a bag

[diphylleiagrayee]

thank you for making my day :)

[strongunderneath]

5k in a relaxed way

2nd wk 1/2 Marathon training Yes only half. 5K slammed! I was struggling since I took 3 days off but am glad I made it relaxed. I was feeling the lack of exercise in my calves. So said just go til you know you can make it back with effort. No crazy tired tho. So got to the fire station and hit the post. When I got home I found out that's exactly 5K !!! I'm so impressed with myself:) but I beat the sun. No sunrise today. I ran for 45:35 3.22 miles 14:09 avg pace 218 calories burned 0 avg BPM 0 max BPM Dec 06 https://www.fitdigits.com/share/digifit-email.asp?utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=inapp-share&utm_content=icardio-share&utm_source=email iCardio View Online at https://my.fitdigits.com/site/share/workout/3f7ee468bbba11e69449af211d454c8b.html

[wagnerjens]

Clint Eastwood - EnBW- Energy Workshop  @ The State Academy of Art and Design Stuttgart. Typography based on song lyrics.

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One Day

[doeirl]

.i feel nothing. Is this my life's meaning?

[missmilk1991]

One Month

It has been one month of classes today. Well, more than a month, but a full month has passed since I started classes. Thus far I feel like I am more challenged artistically and in terms of community and technology. These challenges can hinder my esteem from time to time but ultimately serve to teach me. Though I may hate feeling like I suck at art, I know that it is not true and that I will continue growing.

That said, I feel like a cynic in regard to my other classes. One leaves me cynical because I just don't...feel like watching the teacher stroke his ego. I'm tired of classes disappointing my expectations which are apparently too high. (I expect a class to teach what it describes to teach and to be clear with what we are learning. These are too high for my expectations. I realize too I have a definition error in my expectations, as just because I have an idea of what "management" is does not mean that it actually means what I think it means.) Nonetheless, though my teacher finds a few of us in our class "too stubborn to learn," I feel insulted because I am learning a lot in this class. I've learned that I tolerate bullshit less and every so often he has a good reminder for something valuable. 

This weeks' good reminder? "Read more books." (Not his book, as it is a pamphlet.) 

Okay, I am being a little stubborn there. He's got me. But moving on, the other class is just very depressing and has way too much work and I feel like I'm drowning. So my solution has been half-assing the papers to get a passing grade and I'm honestly hoping for a B. A B would be B-eautiful. 

Online classes are good. They are nice and easy to maintain. Yay. 

The figure class today was good and I will not be posting my figure illustrations at this time. It is too personal. That said, I will be missing class soon and class will be cancelled next Thursday, which means we get to do figures of our choice. So if any of my friends would help me out and let me draw them like a clothed french woman, that'd be freaking awesome. Or if my boyfriend would assist. Really if anyone would be willing to let me draw them for two hours in various and times in that two hour window that would be beyond helpful. 

So yeah....I'll be messaging those friends in Facebook here soon. Cause I need to get that shit prepped for next week. 

A note on today's class, where I left last week feeling insecure and blegh, I left today feeling blegh but less insecure. As it turns our, my preferred style of drawing is a good start-up tool, albeit one that is very messy. It was helpful for the other students in class who,, like myself, are struggling to grasp figure as concretely as my more experienced classmates. 

...And after I finished writing that sentence I still feel like shit. It's a weird in-between of "I don't suck as much as I think" and "GOD I suck at art so bad." 

My teacher would call this the argument between the left brain and the right brain. I think my left brain is too demanding sometimes. And my right brain is too confident. 

...Yeah, I feel like that made no sense but I'm not deleting it. Maybe I'm just tired and ready to be done. It is midterm season and I'm getting frazzled and so my esteem has been all over the place...

Oh! I guess I should share this funny (to me) story too before I go. That Monday class that I hate, it's called Intro to Management. We are finally learning what that is- no, sorry, we are teaching what that is to the rest of our class because our instructor is too lazy to do his job. So group projects to teach one of our textbooks (not his, his is a pamphlet). 

That textbook is unedited. It is spliced from various other textbooks and this is important because my group was assigned Chapter 6. Chapter 6, based on the table of contents, is on page 126 in our textbook. Okay, seems easy enough? So we turn to page 126 in our textbook and on the top of the page it reads chapter 7. 

...So we turn to the page titled Chapter 6 which is on page 224. We actually had to clarify if the Chapter 6 we were assigned was the one listed in the table of contents, which was assumed it was, or if it was the one actually titled chapter 6, which it would not have surprised us if the instructor had meant this chapter instead. Our assumption was correct but oh my god this book is awful.

The teacher at least acknowledged this. My question though is why the fuck has the business department at my college let this slide? I'm gonna have to make a note in my book when I return/sell it back for the next poor fool who gets it. 

...And actually I think the mixed amusement and frustration over a textbook summarizes my first month fairly well. A lot of frustration but a lot of amusement. The bad and the good has come along. And now it's time to delve further into...the BAD. 

...cause it's midterm season.

Honestly I'm typing this much because I'm feeling chatty and tired so I just want to chat with myself. 

Okay. No more.

Going to bed. 

Goodnight.