Sketchism

After I get out of class, there is a sigh of relief that seems to naturally leave my mouth. I grab my things and begin the Walk to the Metro: where I hold onto my drawing board, lunchbox, bookbag, and anything else which might be too big to put in my pockets, walk a few blocks with a friend or two, discuss class and the weekend, and finally arrive at the platform (3 flights up) to catch the train. The northbound train comes and I throw my stuff on the nearest seat to the doors. Depending on the time, I’ll put my things on the seat next to me and stretch my legs on the seat perpendicular to mine. I pull out my trusty sketchbook and begin to write and draw what comes to mind. Whenever the mind is blank, I pull out a pen and begin drawing the other passengers on the train. It helps if I have my shades on so they don’t know who I’m drawing. Most people don’t even know I’m sketching. Sometimes a nearby person will say a comment or two on the drawing, which leads into a discussion about many different things. Just this week some old guy told me if I keep practicing, I’ll be good enough to make counterfeit bills. Told him that wasn’t my goal and he got offended at the fact I wouldn’t join his evil plot to cause more inflation. Before he got off the train he said “There’s a saying that goes ‘he who draws inanimate objects has mental problems’ “. Riiight.

One time I had a pleasant conversation with some highschool freshmen about Christianity and school. I hope to bump into them again. So you can see how the metro ride varies from time to time. You never know what kind of person you’ll run into on the train.

Once I get off the train, I walk to my car and begin the drive home: which starts off by running the air conditioner a while before actually driving. The humidity down here kills me. I start the car up, struggle to stay awake (have you noticed the pattern yet?), put on a cd, and get frustrated as I drive through traffic-ridden streets and pass by 15mph school districts. Half an hour later I arrive at home: where I dump my equipment on the southeast corner of my room and jump on my bed for my much needed nap. There’s ONE more part of the day that requires a new post. So this too shall be continued…

And yes, naps rule.