My first two real days of classes. The rundown:
Intro to Anthropology looks like a nice, but boring, joke. But Ben, who I had Spanish with last year, is in there with me, and just like we did in Spanish, we're already sitting in the back and being sarcastic and joking through the class.
American Art is gonna be hard. The teacher reeks of bitchiness and talks too loudly but she's really passionate about the content, and I always respect that.
Multicultural Lit is going to be pretty easy, I think, but at the same time it looks really interesting. I think there's gonna be a lot of discussion, and I can always dig that. I just hope the books we read are interesting.
Intro to Painting is a fucking nightmare. It's at 8AM and he's having us do oils. Oils! We have to spend a million dollars on damn oil paints for a lousy intro class. I'd switch out of it, but I'm telling myself that I can use the exposure. I might as well give it a try. That's what college is for, right?
The Intermediate Drawing professor looks to be a pretty laid-back guy, and says he wants to focus on us exploring the paths that we choose for ourselves. We wants us to write manifestos for next class talking about our art and what we want to achieve and while I can't stand the artistic rhetoric of "what art is," which he also asked for, I'm still keeping positive.
More to come!