I started crying in front of a teacher today. I guess I looked like I was about to cry. We were talking about my test grade. I managed to not turn the test over so I only took half the test and got a 45% on it. She let me finish it anyway but it hadn’t shown up on my grade sheet so I went to make sure she didn’t forget about it. She asked me why I looked like I was about to cry and that was all it took to send me to crysville. “I’m (sob) writing a book (sob) and I’m just working lots of hours and I’m just tired (sob). It’s ok, I chose to do this and I knew it would be hard, (sob) I’ll get through it and in December when it’s done (sob), I’ll be a very happy girl, I’m just really tired right now.” –hopelessly wipes at the endless stream of tears running down face.
I suppose I needed a little decompression. I was so busy this weekend getting ready for open studios and getting supplies for this weeks drawing class. I didn’t let myself rest all that much. My back is really really sore. I need to see my chiropractor so she can put me together again like humpty dumpty. I suppose I was a big, fat cry just waiting to happen. So maybe it’s time for a bowl of rice and a nice face washing, then I start on the next 25% for a while before tonight’s class. I have until October 28th to write 8 chapters.
My crying did serve one purpose. We were talking about my school goals and I found out that city college has scholarships for CCA. I didn’t know that. I thought they only had scholarships for Academy of Art and SF state.
Thank the heavens above we have next Monday off from school. I’m going to need a free day after open studios is over. Please come see me at open studios. I miss my friends.