Yes, I am officially a student ~ I seem to have caught the requisite bug. My throat is scratchy; I keep coughing and I am feeling worse and worse as the night goes on. Other than that, I had a great time today.
My first class is 2-D Design (I thought that it was Art History II but evidently we only talked about it Wednesday.) I can already see that I am going to have a bit of a problem with this class. Being the person that I am, I caught myself daydreaming away on the first day. The teacher would be talking and suddenly I'd think to myself, "What did she just say?" It was very hard to focus at times, mainly because I wanted to be doing, not listening.
Off on a tangent for a minute ~ I've started to wonder about myself (HEE!) One thing I was always told in those classes at Sound Health Alternatives was that I was a 'Red Ray'. Rays, in the writings of Alice Bailey, are 'soul groups' with specific traits:
- Red = physically oriented
- Blue = emotionally oriented
- Yellow = mentally oriented
Each primary has their balancing compliment, which is created by mixing the two colors to either side of it: red=green; blue=orange and yellow=violet. There are several more colors beyond these, like lime, rose and scarlet but you get the idea. I hope.
Anyway, the point of all this mental meandering is that I'm wondering if I'm not an indigo ray. I certainly fit many statements on that list. I also feel as if I've been 'switched on' these last few days.
We were offered the chance to work on set ideas for the student production for West Side Story and ideas flowed right in as the teacher talked about it. All she said was that we could meet one day and look at the stage to get ideas, mainly because we had very little information to go on except that they want the set to resemble an 'abstract city'. My idea so far (and I really wish the digital camera would hook up to this computer so I could show it instead of trying to describe it): in the background, have three buildings to either side of the stage that are 'leaning' toward their respective ends of the stage. Each building, starting with the ones in the middle of the stage is recessed, giving the illusion that the city is closing in as if trying to trap its inhabitants while still offering the hope of 'escape' with the buildings opening toward the sky like a flower. All the buildings are muted blues; grays, purples with the exception of one building that stands tall in the very back. It is bright: yellows and such, as if the sun were shining on it. In the foreground and around the base of the 'buildings' is scattered bits of 'trash' and perhaps a run down chain link fence.
English comp may turn out to be interesting ~ I can see my instructor turning into a very competent carmugeon in his old age...or even middle age. He seems to have a good start on it as it is. Our assignment in his class for Monday is to write 3 pages, double spaced (after morning pages, this may be a snap!) on 'Why I am taking this class'. My immediate idea was to write about being an online journaller. I still may.
The only downer that I've discovered so far is that my books are not covered under my Pell Grant. Evidently, someone felt that I didn't need that. I need 4 books this term. My Atlas of Human Anatomy for the Artist is rather decently priced at $14.95 while Design Basics is an obscene $76.99. I don't even know what my English Comp and Harbrace books are. I've been a bit afraid to find out just yet.
Well, I think that's going to have to be it for now ~ I really want to go to bed and hope that I can kick this bug. I hate being sick...and I'm cold. That should probably be a hint: I've stood right in front of the heater tonight and was still cold. Ugh.
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