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Yeah, so the school I go to has two buildings in which I have classes, the main building, and a few blocks away a little studio in which I have most of my classes.
I have all my classes from tuesday to thursday there.
So do many of the other students.
so, aside from mondays and Fridays, a lot of us have very little reason to go to the main school building.
Tonight, thursday night, I had my Art History night class.
I show up to this class five minutes early, still out of breath from running up three flights of stairs and worried that the class had maybe already started (yeah, right), to see about ten other students from my class (about half of the class) sitting in the hallway outside the locked door of the classroom.
Wierd. The teacher should have been there, right?
I guess not. So I sit down with them, and we're all 'where's Craig?'
One girl called his office on her cell phone, and there was no answer.
So we sit and we wait, and we wait, and we wait.
This is a three hour class, right? we're a half-hour into it, worried that we were supposed to be meeting in the other building, or at the local gallery, or something.
We're sitting there 'maybe the class was cancelled' says one girl.
'maybe he got sick all of a sudden' says another.
'Him and half the class?' they dismiss that.
'Aliens?' I suggest. (hey, I'm in art school. I'm expected to be wierd.)
finally, we get fed up and leave, writing all our names down and putting them on the door with a note that says 'We were here, Craig, where were you?'
And we all prance down the stairs 'Yay, no art history!'
and we run into another student, and he's all 'didn't you see the signs? they were everywhere' and we're all 'uh, no.'
turns out the class was supposed to start an hour late that week, and Craig had put up signs in the main building.
that doesn't help those of us who don't go there.
aside from that, the signs were only put up the day before, and someone had taken them down, apparently, this morning.
So we all trudge up the stairs and wait another half hour, taking the note off the door and destroying the evidence of our ignorance.
then on to the most boring class ever.
we looked at some neat photos of grafitti (see earlier entries)
and then listened to him drone on about sumarians and egyptions, and all these things that I frankly don't care much about.
I want to learn about Davinci, Dammit.
He's awesome.
and about stuff that's slightly more recent than what we've been doing for the entire first unit.
ugh, the tedium.
 Kashi Mori · Fri Oct 22, 2004 @ 02:54am · 0 Comments |
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