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arkratirma) wrote2007-08-25 12:47 am
arkratirma) wrote2007-08-25 12:47 am
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Internet restored; movies without lectures; CP rant; DEER SKULL!
Internet was restored here on Wednesday. Hurray!
On Sunday, Aunt Debbie and Uncle Gary came over in their gargantuan motor home and stayed with us through Wednesday; they left Thursday morning. VERY fun visit! They're such a blast to be around. It was so funny seeing Razzy getting vicious around Sarah and Honey.
Monday, after posting my previous entry, I headed to Amber's office early. I ended up getting next term's schedule set up with John, who works in the same area. This is what it looks like:
Mondays: Color Theory (8:00 AM - 11:45 AM)
Tuesdays: Intermediate Drawing (8:00 - 11:45); Intro to Computer Graphics (12:45 PM - 4:30 PM)
Wednesdays: 2-D Animation (8:00 - 11:45); English Composition (12:45 - 4:30)
Thursdays and Fridays: no classes (that means they'll be days to GET WORK DONE!)
I figure that, perhaps, I could drive myself on Mondays and ride home with Uncle Larry on Tuesdays and Wednesdays (he usually gets out of The Oregonian around 5:00 PM). I think I'll like next term's schedule, because there will be more to do throughout the day instead of waiting after class for almost five hours before I can go home.
Then, in Language of Animation & Film, we learned that Nancy was sick and was not at AIPD at all. We were taught the basics of limited animation by another teacher who has worked for Hanna Barbara and several other animation studios. After ten minutes, this other teacher had to head back to her office. She mentioned an animated version of Edgar Allan Poe's "The Tell-Tale Heart" and its brilliance, that she felt we should all check it out.
"Is it narrated by James Mason?" I asked her. She said Yes, and I told her that it's a special feature on the Hellboy DVD and that I'd watched it. She was happy to hear it was available on DVD.
After she left, my peers and I were left on our own. We talked about different classes a bit. I mentioned my incompatibility issues with my version of Photoshop and the school's, and the guy I've talked to on the streetcar before (still can't remember his name, argh!) offered me his Photoshop CS2 CD to download to my computer! That is, hopefully he has it next Monday, but if not, no big deal. I ended up fixing the issue on my own, which I will explain soon.
He and some other guys left to AIPD's library and rented Rock-A-Doodle and Alice in Wonderland. Rock-A-Doodle is really cheesy-cute, and I hadn't watched it in YEARS. It's one of Don Bluth's films. Watching Alice in Wonderland again was fantastic, and that was the first time I'd ever watched it without commercials.
We left after watching the movies. It was really quite fun, coming to school and watching movies.... But I wonder exactly how it will affect next week. We're supposed to have a quiz.
On Tuesday, I brought my laptop to school again, checked my mail, and read Kasey's reply to my e-mail on possibly getting some extension time on my advertisement project; she said it was okay. In Design Inquiry, we didn't get our Essay #2 roughs back, but Colleen said they'd be in her box by Friday. We discussed ideology in magazine covers that day. The minds behind Cosmopolitan can go suck rubber cement cans. "OMGSEX!!1" is all that magazine is about, pretty much.
There was a misunderstanding that day about my plans on meeting up with Uncle Larry. Long story short, I made us both wait for an hour thinking the other would arrive because I thought we were meeting at the bench across from Powell's again, when in fact I was supposed to head over to The Oregonian on the streetcar and meet him at his car (he'd had his boss's parking spot for two weeks due to schedule changes, which was neat). I was very frustrated at myself for it, but was able to ask that we stop by PetSmart and Fred Meyer for mealworms and cash for the MAX.
The money Grandma Ruthie gave to me and Cammy is finally (safely) in our accounts. School and gas, I say.
Wednesday, I got to drive myself. Kasey liked my Fu Dog progress, but emphasized my finishing it. I learned why the file hadn't been compatible with my PS Elements: I'd saved it in a 32-bit channel. PS Elements can only read, what, 8-bit? Ha. I changed it and voila! - popped my flash drive into my laptop and was able to view the file at home. My previously 78.1MB file was reduced to a much more manageable 8MB file. Success!
Finished my value drawing for Drawing... which we'd had two weeks to work on... that evening. I AM SO SLOW SOMETIMES.
Thursday, we went out into Portland to hang drapery wherever we found suitable and draw it in our sketchbooks. My group and I headed into Powell's. I discovered something wonderful: a poster announcing a Saturday FREEZEPOP (!!!) show at Ground Kontrol, an arcade in Portland. I immediately thought of Brenna when I saw the poster. :D
I wish I could go! I bet they're fun to see live.
Later, as I was walking over to Powell's, I stopped and talked with Elizabeth for a while (she was smoking out on the sidewalk, heh). Elizabeth is still so friendly. :)
Friday, I got to drive myself again. The fog was so thick over parts of Beavercreek that the road disappeared entirely for short periods of time. It was eerily gorgeous. I had to keep the defroster on for a long time in order to see out the windshield at all.
In Principles of Visual Communication, we turned in and critiqued our assignments, then got last week's assignments back. Renata is keeping mine to put in the Freshman Art Show - whee! I should go to the show, check out the work of fellow students. It'll be neat.
Jessica, one of my peers in PVC whom I have talked with several times now, showed me some of her cartoon work, and GOD it's beautiful! So wonderfully stylized, with strong caricature characteristics. She's very friendly and likes my Brainsick concepts.
After leaving PVC, I headed to the second floor to pick up my Essay #2 rough draft from Colleen's drop-off box. It wasn't there, and that was when I remembered I needed to go to her office to pick it up. Got confused about whether it was on the second or third floor, so I went back up to third, spotted Colleen, and asked her about the essays. As it turns out, they'll be in her office later today; I'm going to pick mine up on Monday. I said, "Hurray, I can go home now!" (Colleen got a kick out of this) and headed back to the elevators, where she also waited.
Duncan, one of my peers, asked about not finding the essays, and I kind of laughed because I'd just asked Colleen about them, and she laughed too. She's got a very hearty, geeky laugh. I held the elevator doors open for her and pressed the second floor button for her as well. She asked me how my term was going: I said "Pretty darn well," and that I was psyched about getting an A on my "first essay in your class". She told me I did a good job with it and said "Have a good weekend." Yesterday was a very good Friday.
And now for a brief-ish rant on cerebral palsy.
Seeing how Colleen walks - how having cerebral palsy affects her movement - reminds me of one of Bear River's students. This student was a senior when I was a sophomore. Unfortunately, I forget her name - she was very friendly - but she was known simply as 'The Retard' by all the assholes of the school. Cerebral palsy affects MOTOR FUNCTION, NOT MENTAL FUNCTION. Mental retardation can occur in some CP cases, but CP is not inherently accompanied by retardation. The girl's speech was slurred, her gait more severe than Colleen's. (Really, the only unpleasant aspect about her was her scent, because she smelled like cigarettes and beer). I don't think she was necessarily retarded. God, high school kids are stupid. Most of the students at AIPD I've overheard talking sound very mature... until they get into how drunk they got over the weekend. At least, you don't see name-calling here like you do at Bear River or in middle school. Middle schoolers are bastards. I was one, too, mind you. I used to judge disabled people to varying degrees when I was very young, but eventually abandoned that stupidity and substituted it with respect, admiration.
Colleen's cerebral palsy manifests as a kind of limp when she walks (a toe walk), and when watching her mouth as she speaks you can tell she's very purposefully articulating every word (and her speech is very clear). Another one of my peers, Alex (from Colleen's class and my Drawing class), also has CP, and his gait is similar to Colleen's and his speech is just as articulate. I have a lot of respect for Colleen. Not only is she a good teacher, but she also has a great personality and teaches her classes well in spite of her disability. I kind of feel the same respect for Colleen that I had for Mr. Doering (although I didn't like Mr. Doering at first). They're both a little different from 'typical' teachers, unconventional in their individual ways.
Hearing someone call a CP sufferer a 'retard' pairs name-caller with name called: he or she is the retard for being so idiotic.
(I still wonder why Amber needs a wheelchair.... She's very tall, very slender, and walks very slowly when out of her wheelchair; Cammy suggested osteoporosis, which I guess isn't out of the question, even though Amber must be in her mid to late twenties.)
I guess the mini-point of this rant is that I relish the variety here at APID. Such a refreshing change from high school.
ANYWAY, Jessi and Maddie brought a fantastic deer skull home from Mitch's house for me to draw. Aunt Pam is freaked out about having it inside the house, even though it's very clean and completely unscented (unlike my raccoon school at home in California). Beautiful, beautiful skull. I look forward to drawing it. Drawing skulls from life is a different but wonderful challenge, as opposed to drawing them from photos.
Was that torment, or what? <3
[This post - minus this bottom sentence - contains 1,773 words. Win!]
On Sunday, Aunt Debbie and Uncle Gary came over in their gargantuan motor home and stayed with us through Wednesday; they left Thursday morning. VERY fun visit! They're such a blast to be around. It was so funny seeing Razzy getting vicious around Sarah and Honey.
Monday, after posting my previous entry, I headed to Amber's office early. I ended up getting next term's schedule set up with John, who works in the same area. This is what it looks like:
Mondays: Color Theory (8:00 AM - 11:45 AM)
Tuesdays: Intermediate Drawing (8:00 - 11:45); Intro to Computer Graphics (12:45 PM - 4:30 PM)
Wednesdays: 2-D Animation (8:00 - 11:45); English Composition (12:45 - 4:30)
Thursdays and Fridays: no classes (that means they'll be days to GET WORK DONE!)
I figure that, perhaps, I could drive myself on Mondays and ride home with Uncle Larry on Tuesdays and Wednesdays (he usually gets out of The Oregonian around 5:00 PM). I think I'll like next term's schedule, because there will be more to do throughout the day instead of waiting after class for almost five hours before I can go home.
Then, in Language of Animation & Film, we learned that Nancy was sick and was not at AIPD at all. We were taught the basics of limited animation by another teacher who has worked for Hanna Barbara and several other animation studios. After ten minutes, this other teacher had to head back to her office. She mentioned an animated version of Edgar Allan Poe's "The Tell-Tale Heart" and its brilliance, that she felt we should all check it out.
"Is it narrated by James Mason?" I asked her. She said Yes, and I told her that it's a special feature on the Hellboy DVD and that I'd watched it. She was happy to hear it was available on DVD.
After she left, my peers and I were left on our own. We talked about different classes a bit. I mentioned my incompatibility issues with my version of Photoshop and the school's, and the guy I've talked to on the streetcar before (still can't remember his name, argh!) offered me his Photoshop CS2 CD to download to my computer! That is, hopefully he has it next Monday, but if not, no big deal. I ended up fixing the issue on my own, which I will explain soon.
He and some other guys left to AIPD's library and rented Rock-A-Doodle and Alice in Wonderland. Rock-A-Doodle is really cheesy-cute, and I hadn't watched it in YEARS. It's one of Don Bluth's films. Watching Alice in Wonderland again was fantastic, and that was the first time I'd ever watched it without commercials.
We left after watching the movies. It was really quite fun, coming to school and watching movies.... But I wonder exactly how it will affect next week. We're supposed to have a quiz.
On Tuesday, I brought my laptop to school again, checked my mail, and read Kasey's reply to my e-mail on possibly getting some extension time on my advertisement project; she said it was okay. In Design Inquiry, we didn't get our Essay #2 roughs back, but Colleen said they'd be in her box by Friday. We discussed ideology in magazine covers that day. The minds behind Cosmopolitan can go suck rubber cement cans. "OMGSEX!!1" is all that magazine is about, pretty much.
There was a misunderstanding that day about my plans on meeting up with Uncle Larry. Long story short, I made us both wait for an hour thinking the other would arrive because I thought we were meeting at the bench across from Powell's again, when in fact I was supposed to head over to The Oregonian on the streetcar and meet him at his car (he'd had his boss's parking spot for two weeks due to schedule changes, which was neat). I was very frustrated at myself for it, but was able to ask that we stop by PetSmart and Fred Meyer for mealworms and cash for the MAX.
The money Grandma Ruthie gave to me and Cammy is finally (safely) in our accounts. School and gas, I say.
Wednesday, I got to drive myself. Kasey liked my Fu Dog progress, but emphasized my finishing it. I learned why the file hadn't been compatible with my PS Elements: I'd saved it in a 32-bit channel. PS Elements can only read, what, 8-bit? Ha. I changed it and voila! - popped my flash drive into my laptop and was able to view the file at home. My previously 78.1MB file was reduced to a much more manageable 8MB file. Success!
Finished my value drawing for Drawing... which we'd had two weeks to work on... that evening. I AM SO SLOW SOMETIMES.
Thursday, we went out into Portland to hang drapery wherever we found suitable and draw it in our sketchbooks. My group and I headed into Powell's. I discovered something wonderful: a poster announcing a Saturday FREEZEPOP (!!!) show at Ground Kontrol, an arcade in Portland. I immediately thought of Brenna when I saw the poster. :D
I wish I could go! I bet they're fun to see live.
Later, as I was walking over to Powell's, I stopped and talked with Elizabeth for a while (she was smoking out on the sidewalk, heh). Elizabeth is still so friendly. :)
Friday, I got to drive myself again. The fog was so thick over parts of Beavercreek that the road disappeared entirely for short periods of time. It was eerily gorgeous. I had to keep the defroster on for a long time in order to see out the windshield at all.
In Principles of Visual Communication, we turned in and critiqued our assignments, then got last week's assignments back. Renata is keeping mine to put in the Freshman Art Show - whee! I should go to the show, check out the work of fellow students. It'll be neat.
Jessica, one of my peers in PVC whom I have talked with several times now, showed me some of her cartoon work, and GOD it's beautiful! So wonderfully stylized, with strong caricature characteristics. She's very friendly and likes my Brainsick concepts.
After leaving PVC, I headed to the second floor to pick up my Essay #2 rough draft from Colleen's drop-off box. It wasn't there, and that was when I remembered I needed to go to her office to pick it up. Got confused about whether it was on the second or third floor, so I went back up to third, spotted Colleen, and asked her about the essays. As it turns out, they'll be in her office later today; I'm going to pick mine up on Monday. I said, "Hurray, I can go home now!" (Colleen got a kick out of this) and headed back to the elevators, where she also waited.
Duncan, one of my peers, asked about not finding the essays, and I kind of laughed because I'd just asked Colleen about them, and she laughed too. She's got a very hearty, geeky laugh. I held the elevator doors open for her and pressed the second floor button for her as well. She asked me how my term was going: I said "Pretty darn well," and that I was psyched about getting an A on my "first essay in your class". She told me I did a good job with it and said "Have a good weekend." Yesterday was a very good Friday.
And now for a brief-ish rant on cerebral palsy.
Seeing how Colleen walks - how having cerebral palsy affects her movement - reminds me of one of Bear River's students. This student was a senior when I was a sophomore. Unfortunately, I forget her name - she was very friendly - but she was known simply as 'The Retard' by all the assholes of the school. Cerebral palsy affects MOTOR FUNCTION, NOT MENTAL FUNCTION. Mental retardation can occur in some CP cases, but CP is not inherently accompanied by retardation. The girl's speech was slurred, her gait more severe than Colleen's. (Really, the only unpleasant aspect about her was her scent, because she smelled like cigarettes and beer). I don't think she was necessarily retarded. God, high school kids are stupid. Most of the students at AIPD I've overheard talking sound very mature... until they get into how drunk they got over the weekend. At least, you don't see name-calling here like you do at Bear River or in middle school. Middle schoolers are bastards. I was one, too, mind you. I used to judge disabled people to varying degrees when I was very young, but eventually abandoned that stupidity and substituted it with respect, admiration.
Colleen's cerebral palsy manifests as a kind of limp when she walks (a toe walk), and when watching her mouth as she speaks you can tell she's very purposefully articulating every word (and her speech is very clear). Another one of my peers, Alex (from Colleen's class and my Drawing class), also has CP, and his gait is similar to Colleen's and his speech is just as articulate. I have a lot of respect for Colleen. Not only is she a good teacher, but she also has a great personality and teaches her classes well in spite of her disability. I kind of feel the same respect for Colleen that I had for Mr. Doering (although I didn't like Mr. Doering at first). They're both a little different from 'typical' teachers, unconventional in their individual ways.
Hearing someone call a CP sufferer a 'retard' pairs name-caller with name called: he or she is the retard for being so idiotic.
(I still wonder why Amber needs a wheelchair.... She's very tall, very slender, and walks very slowly when out of her wheelchair; Cammy suggested osteoporosis, which I guess isn't out of the question, even though Amber must be in her mid to late twenties.)
I guess the mini-point of this rant is that I relish the variety here at APID. Such a refreshing change from high school.
ANYWAY, Jessi and Maddie brought a fantastic deer skull home from Mitch's house for me to draw. Aunt Pam is freaked out about having it inside the house, even though it's very clean and completely unscented (unlike my raccoon school at home in California). Beautiful, beautiful skull. I look forward to drawing it. Drawing skulls from life is a different but wonderful challenge, as opposed to drawing them from photos.
Was that torment, or what? <3
[This post - minus this bottom sentence - contains 1,773 words. Win!]
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