Mmmmm, Masochism
Feb. 5th, 2007 02:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lierdumoaWarnings for profanity. I'm in a vulgar place. Possibly the lack of sleep. Or the eighteen hours of Perspective homework.
No, that's not an exaggeration. It's not including breaks either.
So for those of you who don't know, I'm in art school majoring in 3-D Animation.
I forgot how thin on the ground women were in this major, not having had any computer courses last semester. I walked into a class of eighteen to find myself one of three girls, one of whom was not even a computer animation major. She was a third year illustrator taking it as an elective and, oh my God, the most nervous person I have ever seen. She spent the entire period with her head turned all the way around, glancing from person to person, wide eyed and squirrely. I wanted to hand her a valium or something.
The guy next to me kept trying to make small talk. Pathetic, pathetic small talk. He most likely was trying to flirt with me. If I get stuck sitting next to him again, I'm telling him, "I'm sorry. I've had a long day and I really don't feel like making conversation."
My instructor? Scary intense. He was like, "The school policy is to only excuse absenses with a doctor's note or a death in the family. BUT THAT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN IN MY CLASS, IS IT. Everyone who's going to be here every class raise your hand."
Suffice it to say, I raised my Goddamn hand.
And saved my bitching and moaning for when I got home.
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lierdumoa: Oh God, they're all gamers.
fashes: Well, of course.
lierdumoa: I just want to work in movies or tv or advertising. So. Many. Gamers.
lierdumoa: I feel like I should have a name for them.
fashes: Other than gamers?
lierdumoa: Something with cursing in it. I suppose I could just call them the motherfucking gamers.
fashes: Just gamers is like that to me. You never had to sit through a six hour family meeting about the Game.
lierdumoa: Right, your brothers got addicted. And stopped sleeping.
fashes: We called EverQuest EverCrack. Hey, you could just call them crackheads.
lierdumoa: No, that's not quite right. They're not just addicted to the crack, they want to create it.
lierdumoa: Oh. Dude.
lierdumoa: They're EverCrackers.
In related news, I made up my schedule in google. Then I decided it needed color coding, so I futzed with it in photoshop.
Innit pretty?
And by pretty, I mean hideous.
LM = last minute
HW = homework
CAPS = colloquialism for Computer Animation Production (Seminar? Session? Shithole?)
commute A: 15 min. walk to BART, 30 min. BART ride, 26 min. walk to class
commute B: 15 min. walk to BART, 32 min. BART ride, 12 min. walk to class
commute C: 15 min. walk to BART, 30 min. BART ride, 3 min. walk to class
No, I'm not eating lunch only three times a week. That's just for when I have a really long day and I treat myself to good takeout instead of packing lame microwavable crap or wolfing a $1.50 scone.
No, that's not an exaggeration. It's not including breaks either.
So for those of you who don't know, I'm in art school majoring in 3-D Animation.
I forgot how thin on the ground women were in this major, not having had any computer courses last semester. I walked into a class of eighteen to find myself one of three girls, one of whom was not even a computer animation major. She was a third year illustrator taking it as an elective and, oh my God, the most nervous person I have ever seen. She spent the entire period with her head turned all the way around, glancing from person to person, wide eyed and squirrely. I wanted to hand her a valium or something.
The guy next to me kept trying to make small talk. Pathetic, pathetic small talk. He most likely was trying to flirt with me. If I get stuck sitting next to him again, I'm telling him, "I'm sorry. I've had a long day and I really don't feel like making conversation."
My instructor? Scary intense. He was like, "The school policy is to only excuse absenses with a doctor's note or a death in the family. BUT THAT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN IN MY CLASS, IS IT. Everyone who's going to be here every class raise your hand."
Suffice it to say, I raised my Goddamn hand.
And saved my bitching and moaning for when I got home.
lierdumoa: Oh God, they're all gamers.fashes: Well, of course.lierdumoa: I just want to work in movies or tv or advertising. So. Many. Gamers.lierdumoa: I feel like I should have a name for them. fashes: Other than gamers?lierdumoa: Something with cursing in it. I suppose I could just call them the motherfucking gamers.fashes: Just gamers is like that to me. You never had to sit through a six hour family meeting about the Game.lierdumoa: Right, your brothers got addicted. And stopped sleeping.fashes: We called EverQuest EverCrack. Hey, you could just call them crackheads.lierdumoa: No, that's not quite right. They're not just addicted to the crack, they want to create it.lierdumoa: Oh. Dude.lierdumoa: They're EverCrackers.In related news, I made up my schedule in google. Then I decided it needed color coding, so I futzed with it in photoshop.
Innit pretty?
And by pretty, I mean hideous.
LM = last minute
HW = homework
CAPS = colloquialism for Computer Animation Production (Seminar? Session? Shithole?)
commute A: 15 min. walk to BART, 30 min. BART ride, 26 min. walk to class
commute B: 15 min. walk to BART, 32 min. BART ride, 12 min. walk to class
commute C: 15 min. walk to BART, 30 min. BART ride, 3 min. walk to class
No, I'm not eating lunch only three times a week. That's just for when I have a really long day and I treat myself to good takeout instead of packing lame microwavable crap or wolfing a $1.50 scone.
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Date: 2007-02-06 03:24 am (UTC)