As I find a place to park that is in the boonies of parking areas, I take out my purse and realize as I start to walk to the building that my coach purse is cute but looks a little out of place along side the backpacks I see. When I finally reach the door I am huffing ( reminder to get BACK ON THAT DIET!) and a little disoriented. Where am I supposed to go? I finally found a map on a wall and realized that I had to go to another building. Here I go.... huffing again....
When I finally reach the testing center I have about 35 minutes before it is time for me to go in. I make a quick stop in the restroom . That is when it all fell into place. In the mirror, I see an old me looking back. I never have felt I looked so old. As my eyes drift from my wrinkled face down I am horrified to remember that I have on a winnie the pooh shirt. SERIOUSLY! I put it on today because it is warm and the kids like it. WHY did I not change before I left? So, now I picture my fat huffing self carrying an expensive coach purse to class with a bright red walmart winnie the pooh shirt on. Lovely.
The test itself wasn't too hard.
I am not sure how I did.
Do you think it was bad to use tattoos as an example of how culture has affected art?
I guess not, unless the instructor ( who I have not seen) is a tattoo queen.
If she is, then I am sure she is laughing right now as she makes red marks on my perfect paper.
I learned a lot today.
I was happy to get back home.
I always feel young here.
Geneviette came over and we baked Valentines cookies.
She loved my shirt.
Going back to college is not necessarily as hard on the brain as it is on the ego...
Stupid Art Test !