Color rendering. You know, drawing pretty pictures of buildings. Not boiling the fat out of a dead pig, although that is how it’s going to feel.
I bought the text. Yeah, those drawings were done by professionals, but I’ve been drafting professionally for decades. Drafting is different from drawing. Entirely new skills to learn. If I could draw freehand I’d have gotten into a different line of work. And this class is all by hand and I’ve been doing CAD for most of the past twenty years. My hand will hurt.
I saw the final projects from last semester. Some looked like I could do it but others were really, really good.
If school weren’t my sport I’d feel better about it. It’s hard to tell my kids, “Grades aren’t what’s important,” when that’s not how I really feel.
Chin up. Stiff upper lip. I can’t bluff my way through it like, say, an Anthropology degree. I have to work hard (an activity easily avoided in social science classes) and stand or fall on my own merits. They don’t expect my work to be perfect right off the bat. Hell, the teacher would be disappointed if she couldn’t teach me anything.
Thirty years in college and a new semester still feels the same. Except with art classes you fail publicly, with the whole class seeing how much you suck.
Oh? Need I add “and in other Liberal Arts classes?”
Boy oh boy, college sure has changed over the decades. Thirty years ago I could go to three PoliSci classes (first, midterm, and final) and get a B. Now I get POINTS OFF for unexcused absences! I have to sign a fucking CONTRACT in each class stating that I accept the terms outlined in the syllabus.
It’s disgusting how people like me ruined things for people like me.
Hey, I’ve got a quarter full of reading ahead, in three bloody languages. And the class for which I have to read the least is the English class (History of the English Language). Plus twice a week I go directly from a French composition class to a German reading class, fun fun fun! By the end of it the two halves of my brain will be hating each other and trading my corpus callosum (sp?) back and forth.
But I get free coffee, so cheers! May you discover osmotic learning.
–Dragonblink, whose mother has an Anthropology degree
Oh! That sounds like a FASCINATING class! I’d actually show up for that one! I recommend video games for resetting your language center between classes. If the classes are too close together for that you fucked up.
As for your mother’s unfortunate education, I’m reminded of Altered States, in which William Hurt said to Blair Brown, “Why are all the best looking women Anthropology majors?” I laughed outloud, earning an elbow in the ribs from the Anthro major next to me.
I know my many fans :rolleyes: are on tenterhooks :rolleyes: waiting for an update after class. :rolleyes: The class looks considerably less intimidating and the teacher looks like Jodie Foster except more Polish (this is a GOOD thing!) so I have no more excuses for complaining. Oh, well.
