Brand new art building. Last semester at the community college, then it’s on to the University for nursing school. Prerequisites behind me, this semester involves two art classes; Ceramics and Basic Digital Photography. I shiver and shudder when I think of the brand-spanking-new computer lab on the top floor, with giant screens for each student, and Photoshop, and a view of the mountain.
Non-art classes include Political Science, Spanish, and Nutrition. This is alot. Trying to decide what to drop if necessary. Spanish is the only one I don’t need. But I would really like to get started learning the language. Dropping an art class is not an option. They are sacred to me.
I have a lot on my mind. It seems when my mind is in a jumble, my house is in a jumble. Cluttered, disorganized. Can I unclutter my mind by cleaning my house? Probably.
Yesterday I snapped at the cashier in the college book store, the grumpy gray-haired man with the red-rimmed eyes. He was rude to me when I was temporarily confused about the two books I was about to pay an arm and a leg for. (After he rung them up I realized they were the same book, just different editions.) So I told him he didn’t need to be rude. Then he said something else and I told him I didn’t want to argue with him, I just wanted to buy the damn book. I may have raised my voice slightly. He called for another cashier to deal with me. She was nice, I was nice, but trembling and on the verge of tears. Can you say PMS?
Most times I carefully choose my words, and most times I am as nice as pie and polite. Occasionally words spill untethered from my mouth, faster than my conscious mind can censor them, like the blood that spills monthly from other parts of me.
Have a lovely day, everybody.