Why am I telling you this? It's a bit of a bizarre subject, I know, but I think it's a great example of one of the many opportunities I have here at college. I love the fact that I can pursue art in different ways. Art is so important to me. I don't talk about it a lot to people, because it's a very personal subject to me. If you tell people that you like to draw or paint, they immediately want to see your work. I'm too shy to show people my work, though. I'm afraid I'll be judged negatively for it.
But anyway, I actually showed my life drawing sketches to a couple of people. I must have been feeling particularly confident. I was surprised when they told me my sketches were really good. Mind you, these are two people that are really honest, because they make art themselves. I showed it to them because I knew they would give me their honest opinions.
I don't seek attention. I didn't show them the sketches with the expectation that I would receive compliments about them. I was just really excited after that class because of how great of an opportunity it was and I wanted to share it with someone. You ever get that feeling? When something is so great and exciting and worthwhile that you just can't keep it to yourself?
|Autumn in Ithaca is stunning|
There's this guy that lives on my floor. He's a sophomore. He's wonderful. I'll leave it at that.
I'm also developing a strange interest in medieval culture. I listen to medieval music on Youtube and went to the library to check out the Lord of the Rings books (not medieval, but they always remind me of medieval culture). I read about medieval history. I play medieval games online (that part is particularly nerdy and embarrassing). I read medieval literature. I blame it on my King Arthur literature class. I adore King Arthur legends. Since I was a kid, they've fascinated me.
I stayed up till 2 AM Thursday night talking to people in my dorm's "library". (It's called a library because it has books but it's way too social to be considered a library.) We talked about religion and our theories of the universe and whether we have souls and all of this fascinating late-night discussion. I don't know why it was so memorable, but that night was so stressful that staying up late just having some interesting conversations was really what I imagined college would be like.
I'm rambled out. Maybe if I'm feeling brave one night, I'll upload some of my drawings on here.