etc.

Why I decided that going to school in the summer would be a good idea shall forever remain a mystery to me. It's been ridiculous and I've been totally stressed out.

Yes, you may well ask yourself why. I still do. But I'm doing better.

I flew home for J & J's wedding (and saw Brad Pitt...) and got to be at the Vestal conference for Sunday but then...

My flight home landed at noon on Monday and that was the day that classes started - at noon. I'm taking:
Art Direction
Digital Page Layout (1st 5 weeks)
Electronic Print Production (2nd 5 weeks)
Interface design

Fortunately there's very little homework in the other 2 classes, but Art Direction makes up for that. I am behind on thumbnails because, well, I don't know why. I had mid-program review on Monday and it didn't go well.

But somewhere along the way I thought I could be the new RA on my floor.

This required moving all my stuff down the hall. Now, mind you, I brought entirely too much stuff from NY and it's a pain to move all that little stuff that I'm not sure why I even keep. That and all the kitchen stuff that I have. And all the kitchen stuff I have comes from apparently thinking that I need everything I could possibly have in a kitchen, only to realize that I have enough stuff for a good-sized kitchen in a house. Argh. It's a pain to move.

Friday, I was sitting on the floor sorting out some stuff in my new place. I decided to take a shower, but when I tried to stand up, I had such terrible pain in my knee that I couldn't. My knee was bent at about 95 degrees and I couldn't straighten it out. Much crying and many tries later, I finally called work and said that I didn't think I'd be in. Then I found some clothes and called 911.

4 [cute] SFD guys came and made me sit on the couch and checked me out, then the ambulance took me to the emergency room at Virgina Mason. They were amazing there and I felt like I was going to be taken care of. The ER doctor was fab! I had x-rays and they showed a floating bone chip that had apparently gotten stuck in a meniscal tear. (This is my right knee. Yes, the one I had surgery on.) I spent all day at the hospital and tried twice for an MRI, but couldn't straighten out my knee. SO they sent me home on crutches, Percocet & Naproxyn.

Somewhere on my way out the door, down the hill, and across the street to wait for S, I must have jarred the bone chip out of my meniscus because when I got home, I could walk. I am SO thankful, but it was wierd.

So I spent the weekend working on my mid-program reiew stuff. B took me out for brunch on Saturday. We went to Etta's. Bacon & eggs (just like I had a Lola) with home fries with chipotle ketchup. That was the best part. We had coconut cream pie because it was Tom Douglas. But also because it was Tom Douglas, the service was just okay. But it was fun to get out.

Mid-program review was Monday and it did not go well. I have been trying to figure school out this quarter and the program director basically said that my work was sub-par and did I know how competitive GD is and I really needed to figure out what I was doing, etc. All of which I knew, but it was hard to hear it from someone of whom I am not a big fan, who just happens to be in charge of making my schedule. Grrr...

By Tuesday night, I was totally stressed out and hurting and I had to go to an RA meeting that I didn't know about. It was rough and I don't remember exactly how the conversation went, but I was like "I can't commit to that." And the RD was like, "Are you resigning?" And I was like, "Yes, I guess I am." So now I am no longer an RA. And I had to move out. Which I did last night and everything I said a few paragraphs up applies to this move as well. My goal is to get rid of some of this stuff!

So my very cool floor is very sad that I'm not their RA anymore, but said now we can party. :D

I'm very sure there was more I was going to talk about but now it's time to go to GDC so I'm out.


xo