Finished (For Real)

Last night was the last night of my math class and so I am now officially done with school. I feel confident that I did well and now I just need to get the credits transferred back over to ASU and maybe throw myself a little party. It feels unbelievably great to have finally crossed that finish line that for long seemed totally out of reach. However, I've already caught myself looking at community college catalogs just to see what might be offered. I think that has more to do with wanting lab access than anything else. I feel stalled right now because I don't have anywhere to work on a final product. I don't think I'm the type that needs assignments but I do need tools and seeing that lack of tools makes me not even want to try. The quick fix always seems to be to take more classes. I just hesitate to do that because I've been taking classes for so long that I just want to give it a rest already. Then I look at work completed in my last semester and realize that I want to keep moving forward with it. I remember thinking this Florida project was worth all the blood, sweat and tears of the last 12 years. That thought alone tells me I'm onto something, and I need to see it through.

Anyway, here are some images from that body of work or what I like to call the pinnacle of my BFA pursuit.

Hi, I'm a Sickie

I'm a sick pup. Math class was held in a different room last time on account of the regular room getting an HGTV-worthy makeover. They are ripping up the carpet and while they will not replace it with delicious bamboo flooring or anything, they will be getting newer carpet. ***Side note - in all my time at ASU, I never saw anything get upgraded, much less anything I thought was already looking pretty nice getting upgraded and yet my tuition was so much more, hmmmmmm.*** They'll also give it fresh coat of paint and new tables and chairs. I was so deeply impressed by all this upgrading that I just went over to the temporary classroom without a second thought. Now, I'm sitting there for maybe 15 minutes before I start to feel a chill that I never feel in my usual classroom. Figuring it'll pass I just try to ignore it. However, it starts to get worse and worse and the a/c just refuses to take a break as it pumps the Arctic air through a vent the size of my fridge and blows it directly on me. It gets so that I'm counting down the minutes until our break so I can thaw out outside. Lest you think I was just being a baby, I must tell you that the lady next to me made a comment on our unfortunate situation (sitting at the table in the direct path of the chilly wind tunnel) without my even prompting her. So, where am I going with this? Well I just couldn't wait for class to end so I could go back outside and enjoy a more "normal" temperature. Finally class ends and the lady and I walk outside and we both grin with relief and start to remember what it feel like to have limbs again. We exchange a few jokes and go about our business, each getting into our cars and whatnot. Ahhhhh, the sweet relief I think to myself as I look over to the temperature gauge in my dash and see....

WHAT?!?! It's 107 degrees! I'm basking in the glory of triple digit weather? Man, oh man, I'm a sick pup. I'm so disappointed that I've lived in Phoenix long enough to be fooled into enjoying a triple digit evening as if it were a sweet ending to a trying ordeal. Yet, oddly, my disappointment didn't deter me one bit from coming home and immediately complaining to Keck that the house was too cold as well.

Sadly, I have no photographic evidence of this situation (shocking, I know) but I'll include a little something-something that fits the situation rather nicely.




A self portrait of me sad about something completely unrelated. Good thing I had the foresight to capture this previous disappointment, right?