Sketchism

So I attended my first two classes of the semester yesterday. First up was English 1101, which was taught by a Dr. Gary Davis, an uptight professor originally from New York. The entire class was spent by him telling us we weren’t there to gain knowledge, infact the thirst for knowledge has been beaten out of us already after attending school for 12+ years and learning to be quiet and do what we’re told. He made a strong case, and I think we all felt dumb for being there. I know I did. I’d rather CLEP the class and get out of there, but I might be missing out on a good learning experience. Anyways, as I was heading out the door, a girl about my age who was tattooed from neck to arms came up to me.

“Nice deck,” she said, referring to my skateboard in hand.
“Thanks,” I answered with a smile. “You skate too?”
“Not lately, but I used to a lot.”
“That’s awesome. Nice to meet you, I’m David.”
“I’m Laisa,” she replied as we shook hands.
“Nice to meet ya, Laisa. It looks like this is going to be an interesting semester.” She knew what I meant, hinting at our professor’s sarcastic manner.
“Yeah, can’t wait.”
“Well I’ll be seeing ya around, Laisa.”
“See ya, David.”

And then I was off to my next class: Graphic Design. It wouldn’t begin for another half hour so I just skated around on the sidewalks and streets. I probably would have attempted at doing some ollies but I was scared my board would slip away into the middle of traffic and my “nice deck” would be no more. Eventually class started and I saw a bunch of my old pals. We shared about our summers and then the professor told us what to expect. After the syllabi were distributed, we chit-chatted some more and then I left. Traffic was horrid.
I got home, napped, ate, skateboarded, showered and slept. That about wraps my day up.

Today is Art History 1. I’ve had the teacher before and I expect to see a lot of my classmates from last semester. Not very exciting, but that’s what I should expect for the next 3 years.

Woot.