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8.09.2013

THE 5 PEOPLE THAT WILL BE IN YOUR CLASS

Last time I was outside, I realized that it is summer. I have three things to say about this:

1. It is hot.

2. I am hot (speaking temperature-ly...yes, that is a word). 

3. My classes are smaller.

Why is this last item of particular interest? I don't know. The end.

Just kidding. Taking spring and summer classes, at least at my institution of learning, means that not only is the course material condensed into half the time, but the amount of people is condensed as well. Being one out of fifteen students in a class is quite a surreal experience after existing as less than one-hundredth of a class during Fall and Winter Semesters. But beyond that, having such a concentrated group of classmates in each of the four classes I've taken over the last few months has lead me to a theory that both freaks me out and entertains me. Ahem:

In every class you ever take, you will be able to identify five certain types of people, every time. And it's proportional. If your class has 100 people in it, the amount of people representing these personality types will increase as well. But they will always be there, and they will (almost) always drive you to the cliffs of insanity each class period. But hopefully by identifying them I will be able to prepare you for re-entrance into the world that is college, if you happen to be doing so this month. So read on, and feel free to totally agree with me. That's perfectly fine.

1. That one guy who does not realize how annoying he is.


Due to the fact that people tend to be different from one another...usually...this type comes in a variety of forms. For example- In my creative writing class, this archetype manifested itself in the form of a guy who prided himself in memorizing everyone's name by the second day of class, standing up every time a girl entered the room, and making it hard for many of us to differentiate between the sound of him making a comment and the image of over-sweet, sappy compliment honey coming out of his mouth every time he opened it. And in my Mythology class this term, which was a little larger, we had two of these types to compensate for that fact: one individual who liked to pop out all of these intense, obscure Greek words to brown-nose the professor, and another who had no idea what he was talking about but felt inclined to make a comment about anything and everything. Thanks, guys. Keep...keep being you. But not really. Please stop. And to everyone else, there's really nothing you can do about it. So just sit there and fight the urge to sharpen your pitchforks. 

You can, however, sharpen them for this one:

2. The girl with the whiny/condescending/nails-on-a-chalkboard voice who thinks everyone wants to hear it. All the time.


Maybe not. But sometimes I don't think offing one of these from society would be that bad of a thing to do. This type...oh my goodness. I just...I really hope no one reading this is one of these. I sincerely do. Because that means that everyone hates you, and I'm sorry. But really, no- we do not need or even want to hear your opinion on last night's reading. Or the study guide. Or stories about your life that supposedly connect to what we're talking about. We just don't. We don't care how intelligent you think you are. Also, I know this is surprising, but the rest of us aren't actually here to learn more about you or even just listen to you talk. I know, I know- with the title of the course being "Drawing," it's pretty misleading. 

3. The "experienced" older person.


I don't know when this became a thing, but apparently middle aged people suddenly are not ashamed to take classes alongside people less than half their age. Which is fine. More power to them. But you'd think it'd be one of those "They're more afraid of you than you are of them" things, with like, spiders and Bigfoot and stuff...and it's not. They are more than comfortable around young people. And they will assert their ostensible superiority whenever possible. Any phrase uttered by one of these types will begin with either "As a mother..." or "Back when I was young..." or "While simultaneously paying my bills, grocery shopping, changing a diaper, reading the newspaper, and altogether being more mature than everyone here..." It's great. The flip-side of this are the ones who have no idea what's going on. A man in my creative writing class who was pushing sixty kept asking questions about scansion and verifying what the professor was saying so many times that I almost had to get glasses because of the tension created by restraining myself from rolling my eyes.

4. The girl who constantly asks the professor what he/she wants.


Of all the types, this is most certainly the least tolerable. This type has the capacity to make me physically ill. Okay, not really, but it's close. This person only cares about their grade. That's it. When they leave the university, a piece of paper marked with A's will be all that they value. It's actually really sad, but dealing with their comments in class is torturous. In my drawing class, there was a girl who honestly could not come up with her own ideas and just run with them. She was constantly asking the professor what he wanted, what the rules were, etc. and the rest of us were like "we're just going to make art and make him like it." Her stress would literally stress me out. Then there was the girl in my writing class who would email the professor constantly, checking and double checking that she was doing the assignment correctly. LET YOURSELF GO, PEOPLE. And last but not least, we have the unfortunate epitome of this type manifested in my Mythology class a few weeks ago when our professor was speaking and a girl raised her hand and asked "so is that going to be on the test?"  There are no words.

And last, but certainly not least:

5. The quiet girl who is actually really cool.


Befriending these particular people has become one of my very favorite things to do. In my writing class, it was the tall Art History major that I absolutely loved sitting by, in my drawing class it was the girl with awesome glasses who I discovered shared an affinity for nail polish comparable to my own, and in Mythology it was the shy freshman girl who was always on Pinterest in front of me. They are easy to dismiss initially, but coming from a girl who typically tends to be reserved as well, look past their seemingly unapproachable exteriors and talk to them. Because they will make surviving the rest of the aforementioned personalities in your class a whole heck of a lot easier.

6.22.2013

FINALS AND MUFFINS AND BIGFOOT, OH MY!

Taking creative-based classes can be a bit daunting at times-- Almost your entire grade is project-based, you're constantly being forced to come up with new material, and you may always experience creative burnout at some point if you're taking more than one at a time. Which I did. But I regret nothing. Why? Well, first, here's a brief description of my drawing final this week:

My professor had brought muffins. MUFFINS. And juice......which is one of those things that I will never understand: Juice does not go with other sweet foods. It just doesn't. Because after eating something sweet, like, oh, I don't know, a MUFFIN, the juice just tastes sour and gross. And yet people still continue to pair the beverage with cake-like breakfast foods and other sugary delicacies all the time. And it bugs me.


But anyways, the muffins. The muffins were great. And we didn't have any final drawings due. All we had to do was email our portfolio of work to him the night before, and then we would look at the pictures with him in another room and talk about how we did...and our feelings. And stuff. And due to my last name's glorious placement in the alphabet, I got to go first. It took maybe five minutes, and then I got to leave (after grabbing another muffin like the classy woman I am). 

Brilliant, right? BUT IT GETS BETTER: (How much better, you ask? Well, this was my approximate reaction).

On the last day of class before my creative writing final, our professor asked us a series of questions-- 10, to be exact. Here are the questions:

 1. Write a grammatical sentence that describes you in 6 words or less.
2. Describe a recurring dream you had.
3. Describe something you fear without naming it.
4. Name and describe a beautiful thing.
5. Write something you know to be true.
6. Write a three word sentence.
7. Write a sentence that begins with the word "but."
8. Write a metaphor/simile without naming the object you're describing.
9. Write "They say," followed by an aphorism.
10. Describe a plant or animal.

As he read these to us, we had a few moments in between each of them to write something down. After that, he told us to rearrange them in a specific sequence. This is what my list looked like after that:

2. Mundane things I think are real.
4. Long roads lined with old trees that create a tunnel. 
6. Bigfoot is real.
8. It's almost like running into that person you've been avoiding.
10. Sloths are actually really creepy and I don't understand why people like them so much.
9. They say "distance makes the heart grow fonder."
7. But Sasquatch isn't.
5. People are confusing.
3. Buzzing, stinging, furry bodies.
1. I'm more strange than I seem.

Then we were assigned to make this into a poem for the final. We had to keep the ideas of each line the same, but were free to add, subtract, or edit them as we wished. Cool, right? But then we found out that it wasn't going to be graded. And THEN we found out that the final was going to be a potluck. So basically we were going to sit around and eat a bunch of food and read crazy poetry together. It doesn't get much better than this, my friends.

Oh, and this is what my poem ended up looking like:

When I sleep I dream of mundane things, but when awake I long for
Never-ending roads lined with old trees that create a tunnel, where
Bigfoot is real.
It'll be almost like running into that person you've been avoiding.
Sloths are actually really creepy and I don't understand why people like them, but I hope
It is true when they say "distance makes the heart grow fonder."
But Sasquatch wouldn't know. And
People are just confusing. And
Buzzing, stinging, furry bodies will keep on haunting my dreams.
I'm stranger than I seem.

Yep. I have no idea what it means. Although, years from now, if this somehow became a famous work of early 21st century literature, I'm sure the meaning would be disputed by literary scholars from dawn until dusk, with every word and placement decision being analyzed for hidden depth and meaning, and high school students would be looking it up online in a desperate attempt to find out what it means at 2 in the morning when they have a paper due the next day.

And I'd leave a note somewhere for people to find after I die that would say, "Hey. You guys? You know that poem I wrote? Yeah, the one with all the Bigfoot references? Totally made up. Completely. No meanings at all. So just stop torturing the children. Please."

Anyway, I really have no idea what the point of this post was, either. I suppose I just wanted to share my awesome randomly generated poetry...and the fact that my finals were the best things ever. Something like that. 

Don't read too much into it.