Welp. I survived another year--the first year of being a printmaking major. Honestly I'm not feeling too great about it considering...okay, long story short I didn't do as well as I thought and the reasons why feel kind of unfair. I don't know if it actually is unfair or I'm just being a pathetic whiner. But the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that I can't expect to get a good grade in something that I'm new to--and therefore not good at. The rest of my classes this semester went well, at least. (I don't wanna talk about last semester though. That was the most difficult, most stress-filled fifteen weeks of my entire life.)
I do have a summer assignment, but I'm not stressed about it. It'll give me something to do alongside getting my driver's license and the occasional vacation. (Like IndyPopCon. I really hope I get to go this year.) And I've been doodling for the past couple of nights, so maybe I'll post something here soon.
It's kind of weird to see most of my high school classmates graduating college this year when I'm not because I didn't start college right after high school. I don't even feel ready for my senior year, let alone getting on with my life. This is the last summer vacation I'm ever gonna get until I retire, so I'll do my best to enjoy it.
Hmm...I guess I don't have a whole lot to say this time around. I made several book forms and honed my writing skills this past year, so...there's that.