I knew these entries would grow ever fewer and far between.
It's not that I don't still write and draw and all that. I am an English major and art minor after all. I'm just a little pickier about what I think is worth the time and effort of editing, uploading, and sharing with people, and then I'm wary of sharing it at all because there's just a lot of thieving creeps out there, ya know? Not to mention, DA isn't as booming with life as it used to be. Unless you're into anime or manga, it seems.
Well, I'm entering my final year of college. Not a lot of tears to be shed over it either. Me and my wallet are so over the Liberal Arts. For this upcoming Fall Semester, I'm embarrassed to say I had to rearrange my schedule four times. As compared to the zero times I ever dropped/added a class prior to this year. My school recently introduced a new credit-hour program that has been an infinite pain in student and faculty hind ends alike. Now we're uber limited on how many credits we can take per semester and there's all these super focused half-credit, half-semester classes floating around, overlapping with each other within their own department as well as others, and if it wasn't hard for people to double minor or major before, it's near impossible now. It might be ok for the students coming into this fresh, but transitioning halfway through? Bull. Shit. The head of the English department was actually impressed that I'm managing to complete my art minor requirements given the already-extra-work-load of it and now all these changing factors. I mean, they haven't made it easy, but I didn't realize it was uncommon at this point.
The icing on the cake was when my advisor of the last 3 years announced he was leaving us for another school, so while I was getting my ever-changing senior class schedule approved as well as other soon-to-be-graduating beaurocratic forms and such taken care of, I also had to choose a new advisor from the - count 'em - THREE English professors we have left. I mean, we do have a fourth, but he's the new guy basically replacing my advisor and two other English profs leaving/retiring, so he's not able to take on any advisees yet (though I would've loved to have him as an advisor because creative writing is his focus). And one of the three I said I could choose from? Well, I couldn't, really, because he is the head of the department and is already advisor to more students that is manageable. My choices came down to the prof I dislike with a passion, or the prof who seriously makes me nervous but who I get along with nonetheless. I obviously chose the latter.
So, what I hope to be my final schedule for this semester (especially considering I've less than 2 weeks before class starts) consists of an art-related Citizenship class (one in a series of mandatory "making you a better, well-rounded human being" Lib Arts classes at my school), a "Horrors of the 19th Century" English class, a Media and PR class, and orchestra as always. Plus my cello lesson and work-study somewhere in the mix.
Lets not talk about my Spring Semester. It is far away and far too frightening to think about just now. It also includes graduation (omg).
There's been other stuff going on in my life, some art/writing related, some not, but nothing I feel like reporting. I may... or may not... post some stuff here. Sometime. Maybe. There's also a chance I'll delete some stuff, too, because it physically hurts to look at the old stuff in buried deep within my gallery. Ick. Even if I don't post some new good stuff there's no reason to leave that old bad stuff laying out.