Monday, January 19
I'm currently doing more essay-avoidance. I know it won't be so bad once I get started but getting started is always the hardest part, and not something I excel at. I could avoid things for my country. I've been avoiding getting healthy and fitter for years now. It's a skill improved by my stubbornness. Together, the two are undefeatable.
It was back to Swarthmore today, only to discover that the course actually restarted last week, the brochure just hadn't bothered to mention so. This term, instead of stained glass and paper crafts, I'm studying painting and pottery. Last week in painting they only covered perspective, which I've done last year. Today we looked at shape and light and then had to draw a piece of fruit using chalks. I hated it. My previously mentioned stubbornness surfaced and "can't draw, won't draw" summed me up nicely. Once we had finished the fruit we then had to chop it in half and draw the inside section. I wasn't impressed. In the afternoon the class had been making coil pots which I also studied last year so I caught up quickly. In fact I finished the pot in the one session and it's in the queue for the first firing. I quite enjoyed making it, despite the frustrations of not being able to make the clay do what I wanted it to. I felt that the end product looked good, which for me is a huge leap in confidence.
My parents came round for twenty minutes at 5pm. They brought me a bag of tat they didn't want. It included such indispensable items as scented drawer liners, flowery notepaper, red nail polish and a large yellow plastic Mac-wearing teddy bear which dances and sings "Singing In The Rain" at you. It was giving me The Fear. My mum said she liked my octopus mobile, and the yellow rubber duck lights. Dad declined to comment. Simon didn't come around as his chest is still bad and he's been feeling very sorry for himself.
Psychologist appointment tomorrow, and neurologist appointment on Thursday. I'm also meant to be going to the George for the pub quiz on Wednesday, finally. I was considering going along before the Tai Quondo class tomorrow to talk to the instructor, see if the class would be suitable for me, maybe watch a little of it so I can get a feel of what it would be like. That would mean getting lots of confidence up though, and leaving the house.
And finally, when I go, I hope it gets noticed a little quicker than
this poor bloke.
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