Sketchism

As is the semestrial custom, today I underwent juries. A panel of administrators from the art department, including my professor, sat around to tell me if my work for the semester rocks or if it’s the most un-metal thing they’ve ever seen. Needless to say they were all headbanging by the time I left the room. My friend insists they were nodding, but I beg to differ.

My professor did most of the talking, explaining how David’s such a good student and he has a future in design, although he needs to work on developing his ideas before tackling them as he goes. Anyhow, it’s good to finally kiss the semester goodbye. For the next few weeks it’ll be complete concentration on work and play. None of this education stuff. One of the most satisfying feelings I’ve experienced is realizing on a Sunday night that I don’t have a homework assignment to worry about. If you have forgotten what that feels like, I apologize. You may want to skip this next sentence…

I spend my Sundays hanging out with friends, watching movies and eating fattening foods.

And of course, now that my evenings demand less brainpower, I can get back into one of my favourite activities of the week: kicking matts, punching faces, wrestling big dudes and running laps. And if time permits I’ll try some of it at the gym.

Niiiiice.