Art Foundations, that is.

And that's because of the format of the class.

I'm not saying that I have some sort of resistance.  I am getting SO TIRED of hearing that word!  The problem with Hunt is that he's positive that he's got it all figured out, when no-one knows the entire truth about everything.  The best anyone can do is make assumptions based on repeating patterns that come up.  But that doesn't work all the time.

Take me, for example.  I think that I have a fairly good amount of artistic talent.  In fact, the fact that I could create a combination of a bird and a rabbit out of clay that would actually look halfway good, I think, is proof that there is some spark of creativity firing in my neurons.

Here's the thing, though:  I am a SLOW worker.  a VERY SLOW worker.  Hunt expects us to create something that looks like a "high school" level work, whatever that means.  And I can do that.  I can do it easily.  But it just takes me a long time.  Here's the problem, though:  I am a slow enough worker that usually, I need a few extensions to get the project done.  That's a problem, because with clay, Hunt won't grant extensions because he had to put them into the kiln.  Which means that all the other projects are in the kiln now, and mine is still only halfway done.

I could work at the pace I do, and do some very high-quality stuff, but it will be only halfway done by the deadline.  Then I only get half-credit, which is still failing.  Or I can work fast enought o actually met the deadline, and then I make a sloppy animal that gets put into the kiln just to have it explode.  Either way I don't win.  And since I don't make any of the deadlines I think Hunt is starting to think that I just don't care about the class.  Which is TOTALLY not true.

I just hate it when you are required to take this class, this class, and this class, and then all of those teachers treat you as though you have to put their class before all of your other classes if you want to even have a chance to pass.  And sometimes you have something to do that takes up the time of your regular routine, and you have to cut back SOMEWHERE.  Usually you can make it up later, but sometimes you can't.  And then your teackers say, "Well, if you can't keep up, why did you take the class?" and they give you NO MERCY.  Well, it's not that I CHOSE to take those classes out of my own free will; I had to take Art Foundations to graduate, Calculus for my major, Latin because I'd be even more inconvenienced to try to take annother language, Physics for my major, and History to graduate.

So, maybe that's why I feel like I should either be really mad or really depressed right now, but somehow am not.  It's really weird.

Maybe it's also the fact that I have (except for two obvious A's) STRAIGHT C'S.  In fact, now that I think about it, I should be doing my homework right now...

Another reason is that I have a staph (is that how it's spelled?) infection.  I got some sort of pimple-type bump on my arm.  I don't think it was a pimple, because you just don't get pimples on your arm.  I think it might have been a bug bite, but the doctor said it was morelikely some sort of puncture wound.  Anyway, I didn't even break it or anything.  But soon, it was a giany green bump on my arm surrounded by red, irritated skin.

So we went to the urgent care place.  The doctor took one lookat ti and immediately took a scalpel and scraped off the top.  A HUGE amount of puss then sat on my arm, extremely thick and disgusting.  He took some on a cue tip and said that they would get a culture form it to make sure that it was staph.  But in the meantime, he gave me no less than 3 prescriptions (on TOP of my two asthma mediactions).

Two of them are giant horse pills, and the third is an ointment.  The pills I have to take twice a day, swallow whole, and eat on a full stomach.  They leave me EXTREMELY thirsty, and I have diarrhea!

Yeah, this is the life.