Monday, July 12
Another weekend survived. I never thought I would appreciate Mondays as much as I do right now. However all my Monday entertainment is disappearing now until September, so that may well change. Today was the start of the drawing class. It seems that this isn't the second half of the class from last term, but is in fact the class I did repeated. I thought it would be as such, but someone from the class assured me otherwise, except now it seems she was wrong. I doubt I'll make it to the end of the week, I'll probably be far too bored. I found that although I've done no drawing since the class in February, my newly found skills hadn't completely disappeared and this morning's self portrait was reasonably successful. After the class I went through to collect my work from the arts course: the silkscreening, tie-dye and batik I hadn't yet taken home. It doesn't feel like the end of the term, and it especially doesn't feel like the end of the year. It seems strange that I won't be going back there in September, but I'm sure I'll return at some point.
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