I'm back again. Yes, back to the real world. Today I went to San Francisco to pick out my new studio which I won't be able to move into a week after school starts because it is still being constructed. I hope I picked the right one, but they really are all the same to me anyways. I met a woman who is also in the printmaking department. She seems really nice and seems to have also had the similar problems that I have had with the school. But, I feel like I am not as upset anymore, and I am glad I can focus on my work without all those negative feelings. The other students seemed really nice, and they were really kind to each other. It's obvious that they bonded really well last year which is a different feeling I had from my previous class. The Printmaking department BBQ was also today, so I got a ride back with M. I grabbed some blueberries and snap peas at safeway. I was nervous going back to the school because I had such a bad year with bad memories, but Nance was nice at welcoming me back and so were Greg, Tom, Betty, and Jack. I forgot how humorous Jack is and it was fun to be around him. I hope this year will be better. I feel like I'm making the right choice, but when it comes to signing the papers, it worries me. I also met Heather...finally. She seems really nice, and I look forward to working with her throughout the year. Heathers' teacher was Kurt Kemp, and she's a "dirty" printmaker.
Anyways, I've decided to start another blog for Skopelos which will be ongoing because it will take a long time to write. Here's a sneak peak:
I helped set up for our welcome dinner. BBQ chicken, pork and various Greek dishes were served. The food was spectacular. We were eating for hours. The wine came out the sunset, and we had ourselves a party. Some Greek music was playing and soon before we knew it, we were dancing like posessed Greek spirits. I don't remember much after this except Christo went to get his Rooster and was dancing with it on his head. Then Christo did a solo dancing femme which was just hilarious. There was loud laughter, shouting, dancing, and music. It was a great night. The first word I learned in Greek?....Penis. Christo kept singing about his or mens penises. We were just floored with laughter. While all this was going on Jills husband kept pouring more and more wine in me, and kept offering cigarettes. I was exhausted by 2am, and made it back to my bed where I passed out with a grin on my face.