Well, I'll do my best not to turn this into a sob journal, but writing therapy is really good for the soul sometimes. Sometimes it helps to concentrate on the feelings welling inside of me and to analysis it, convert it, transform it, and release it. I always believed in facing it because tucking it in the corner does nothing, and like a disease, it grows if left alone.
So, I just want to release the feelings I have right now. I am almost done with school. It feels like I've been there forever. I am 23 years old, but I am tired of being a student and living at home. There is more to the world than education, and somehow, we have twisted our ideals of a well-educated society into something that does not feel as wholesome. I love learning, whether it is in school or not. I want to continue going to Art school and learning more, doing more, creating more in my life, but schooling is getting expensive, getting competitive, and funding is getting cut back. Jobs have demanded more out of our educational career, and yet in this economical decline, that has now bitten us in the butt because companies can not afford the over-qualified people. It's a double edge sword. I love school and being able to have discussions, meet people, and learning many different kinds of subjects, but at the same time, I feel like a bird in a cage. There is so much more to my life I have not been able to do yet. I want to go out into the world, own property, meet more people, work, family, and dedicate more time for myself rather than submerging myself into study groups and homework.
So I was planning on graduating in Spring, but because I was missing some units, I'm not graduating until Fall. That's okay since I'm not leaving the area any time real soon. But one of the last classes required of an Art major like myself was to take a sculpture class. Figure Sculpture was at night, so since I am busy at night, I decided to take Carving in the morning. Now I almost wished I forced myself to take the Figure Sculpture class. Carving is labor-intensive. So exhausting. I choose to work with marble. So exhausting. Did I mention that it is so exhausting? Well, it really is. I love it and I hate it. It's new and interesting, but so frustrating. I have never worked in something that physically exhausted me to this degree and actually resisted me. I mean, I'm working on 90 pound rock. Even with power tools, I am always sore, tired, and dirty at the end of the day. It's not a glamorous thing to do.
Halfway into the semester, my parents decide to open a new restaurant business. I'm a first generation immigrant, so my parents do not know a lot of english. Hence, I became their representative, attending business meetings, negotiations, phone conferences, and their paperwork. Then when the business opened up, I helped them out at the work, working at home with their paperwork and there as an employee. My parents work there all day, so on top of the paperwork and business phone calls, I also had to take care of my siblings and the house. Buy food, maintain supplies, and do the chores. Sometimes I'd ask them to help me out, but I still try to do most of it myself. All this while maintaining a part-time job. Yup, I work at a print shop in town.
Which left me a week before the consensus date to decide if I wanted to stay in the class. It was a tough decision, not to mention a whole $200 investment on a piece of rock. I probably should have gone to my advisor, but I don't like to quit things half way. And I really was enjoying the class. So I decided to stick with it. But I overestimated and couldn't keep up with the work. Along with my underlying discomfort with being a student that I was having trouble facing, I started to slack off. I didn't put in as much time into my stone as I should have. Instead of using my free time to go to the studio, I went to the restaurant to work or stayed home and did a few chores, hung out with my silbings. My boyfriend was in town, so he helped me a lot, did things that I couldn't do during the day, but I was stressed out, and would rather spending my down-time with him instead.
So a week before the due date, I went to my professor, and she flat out told me that she could see that I wasn't investing enough time in the class and because of that, she couldn't pass me. I was going to fail the class. Yes, I know it was my fault for not dealing with it in time and overestimating myself, and sometimes these things happen. Sometimes we have our failures. But it still hurts. After speaking with my professor and the dean of the art department, they were willing to let me take an incomplete and we will work out an agreement on a few terms and an extended deadline that will allow me to pass the class.
So now, I am both relieved and sadden at the same time. It's a strange place to be, but I will just have to do my best. I think I will approach my parents and have them set out a schedule with me on the days that they think they will need me at the restaurant, and any other time, I will just go to the studio and work on my stone some more. I need to start being serious towards my art. I have a nice semester ahead of me full of good old-fashion book work, so it will be a nice break from the academic art scene to focus and recollect myself before I graduate and end this chapter of my life.
Wish me luck :)