Class 1: Design 1. 9:30 - 11:45.
I already knew that Sarah S. was in this class. I came in, sat down, and expected her. This class felt bigger and more cramped than my MW art class. I felt rather uncomfortable.
She walked in, and as she passed behind me she said hey; I turned around and said hi. She said, “I thought it was you. I could tell from the back.” Then, she continued to an empty seat.
Things with us are so awkward, it’s terrible. I wish we could just start over but I know that I can’t stand most of her.
Well, anyway, Lisa just talked about what our class would be doing, material list, etc. etc.
After class, I had planned to ask her about what I would need to do for my art grant work. It seems another student, Tanner, also needed to ask her, as he asked just before I did. She gathered all of the grant students in the room after class and assigned some of us different areas. I was assigned to the ceramics room, and was told to speak to Val later that day, after my next class.
Lunch: Today, I had made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I went to sit in my car to eat, because I wasn’t sure where else I should… leaving the building, I passed by a girl and well, we passed glances and I smiled at her, because that is the least awkward thing to do, I suppose. I went to my car. Well, she passed by again, I suppose she was going back to the building, and she saw me in my car nibbling my sandwich, which wasn’t actually that good.
The girl came up to my car, and introduced herself: Emily. She told me her and a few of her friends were meeting for lunch in building B and asked if I would like to join her. I told her yes and she said she would be there shortly. She walked away and my heart almost burst! That was one of the kindest things anybody has done for me!
My next class was in building A (far away from my usual building F/building D classes!) so I drove to building B and ditched my pb&j sandwich.
I was introduced to her boyfriend, Cody, and a few other people. I ate some animal crackers that they were handing out in small cups, and talked to them a bit. The time passed too quickly, and I had to go on to my next class.
Class 2: Sociology. 1:00 - 2:15.
This class was… amusing. I have several ghetto-esque people in my class. They were crackin’ us up, it was great. I sat in front of Bridjet, one of the few students here that are from my high school.
5 minutes passed… 10 minutes passed… 15 minutes passed………………………
The ghetto-esque peoples went out for a cigarette and such, and made quite a bit of noise in the hallway, causing a lady to come into our class and ask if the teacher had shown yet. She went off to find him. Several minutes passed, and the students returned and were surprised that the teacher still had not shown. A SECOND lady came in and “watched” us… for some reason… and told us that usually the rule of thumb is that if the teacher doesn’t show after 15 or 20 minutes, then we may leave. 20 minutes were already passed. A THIRD lady showed up and told us that we could leave. So… I left.
Back to building F.
Art grant work:
I was going to just walk into the ceramics room, but it seemed like there was a class going in… a lady walked out of the room and into the bathroom and I decided I would ask her about it when she returned.
She did, and I asked if Valerie was around or something of that sort. She told me she was Valerie and I told her that I was supposed to find Valerie for my art grant work.
We walked into the ceramics room and stood against the counter until Lisa was done talking. I learned a lot about the ceramics room from listening her, which would surely help me with future work I had to do in there. Finally, she finished. Valerie taught me how to clean the clay off of the wedging table. That’s pretty much all I did that day, though.