Thursday

Today I was in a protest parade. Well, mostly because it was on my way home. But I clapped along. But then some lady said something to me in Italian and then walked off…I think it was positive, but I really didn’t catch a word of it. All the students are striking because they want to make colleges private. I don’t blame them. I’d like to not pay for college also. I wish I could figure out more about it, some of them were wearing paper donkey ears, and they were yelling stuff. Last weekend when we were in Lucca a bunch of little kids were marching with their parents. It’s a big deal. Also, something about cutting. We just don’t know what.

There is a bunch of Swiss kids at the school and apparently one of them stares at me. I’ve noticed a couple times and someone else pointed it out too. He’s got a piercing in the part of his ear that keeps iPod headphones in.

I GOT A PICTURE ON THE WALL!! I am finally one of the elite. Peter with his all scrutinizing grading chooses a select few to put on the wall and discuss and I finally made it!
Although exciting it is also incredibly confusing. I thought the picture was so bad I almost didn’t turn it in. I thought the point of the assignment was to make something look three-dimensional, which I did not do. But he loved my composition. He is all about composition. I will never be an art student because everyone is so subjective!! Yes, I realize I’m trying to go into film which is the same way I’m sure, but I actually care to get better at that.
The other frustrating thing is he’ll be like, “I gave you a good grade right?” and then he’ll look at the grade and be like, “oh” (but doesn’t change it) so it depends on his mood or the time of day he looks at it or something.

And I’ve learned I can just quietly (or not so quietly) disagree with him and rework the drawings for him and for my grade. I also tell him to his face that I like my style and he’s too difficult. We have to do a final project that will probably kill me because I have to make three drawings that all go together and consistency is not my forte.

We found a quaint little hot chocolate shop today with a lady who sings and white chocolate Twix bars. We had a Life Club meeting: Deep Discussion Issue and an old man said Buongiorno to us.