I am reaching the end of four years of school, and I’m not sure how to feel about it. On the one hand, I will be free of the stress to always get good grades and prove I am worthy of the opportunity given to me. On the other hand, I will miss my instructors, my classmates and the chance to learn new material and techniques from the experts.
One of the advantages of being a “mature” student is that you stand out from all the lovely young scholars and it helps people remember you. Instructors I had two years ago see me and wave, “Hi Aimee!” I can’t tell you how much a simple hello from a professor I look up to warms my heart. It’s funny how I feel just as young as my fellow students on the inside, while my outside gives me away!
I’m proud how hard I worked to do well and made honor roll just about every quarter. I could study hard and get 4.0s in classes like math and English, but those art classes are a different story! I still worked very hard, but I usually didn’t fall into the groove until about three-quarters of the way though the class. Oh, the hours spent in open studio in the ceramic lab trying to pull a cylinder on the pottery wheel! Probably just as many hours wiled away in the dark room trying to come up with a decent print. I even learned how to weld!