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I'm at the aforementioned newspaper design class, between class sessions. We're breaking for an hour and a half, after which we're to gather for dinner and listen to Dubya all but declare war ((cringe)). I may or may not have to drive home tonight -- cutting short my class -- depending on when the bombs fall.
I will be disappointed if I have to leave. I've had a great, productive time. But I'll leave satisfied nonetheless.
At first, I was nervous about coming here -- I recoil at having to speak publicly and despise having to talk about myself -- although I knew I would benefit from this class. It's lived up to my expectations and then some. Today, I've felt as artistic and creative as when I took two drawing classes at Crealde a few months back. And it's just been one day's worth of work.
Our exercise today was something I don't often get a chance to do: a picture page with one short 6-inch story. We were told to do whatever we want -- there are no sacred cows. I struggled at first, because I am not used to working without very strict parameters handed to me. What do I do?!?!? Will the instructor pick on me?!?!? I have a hard time making up my own rules. But the object was to break ourselves out of our routine, which is something into which I very easily fall. I've felt trapped in that at work for quite some time.
My design workshop may be cut short, but I'll leave refreshed. It was a good breather from the mundane.