Well, it happened. Today I dropped my first class of the season. And what do you think it was? None other than Photoshop. My first and last class for Photoshop was last Thursday morning. Sad. Very sad. But more than sad, I’m happy because it means that I’m not going down a short and fast path of ruin. I stepped on it, felt the ground shake and quickly, but not too quickly, but fast enough to not get a permanent “W” (for Withdraw…(or how I fear it’s looked at by administration in big colleges, “Took the W because the F was coming?”). So…still breathing, I got out of there. I only went to the first class and the instructor is the same teacher who taught my Adobe Illustrator class and I actually signed up for his classes on purpose because I’d heard such good things about him.
It turns out he is very good, but good is so vague and relative. I don’t have a high aptitude toward graphic design and am only really taking Illustrator and Photoshop because they are prerequisites for a couple of other design classes I am required to take for my art degree. This teacher is first-rate if you’re into Graphic Design and that’s your major…but for the girl (woman, uhem) who likes to get her hands-up-to-her-armpits-dirty in clay, taking his class was about enough to make my head spin off my neck. It’s purely miracle and kind-heartedness on my teachers part that I was blessed out of Adobe Illustrator alive and with an “A” for effort.
So anyway, his class wasn’t the “Photoshop for Artists” I was looking for. Today I saved myself by clicking on a sweet, sweet drop button that, praise the Lord, still read “0% with no W on transcript.” when pressed. My husband asked if we’ll get a refund. I said “No, I only get to not self-destruct. Want me to reinstate my class?” Smiley face. (He asked me through a text message.)
I’m still living.
In fact, I’m so alive after I officially dropped Photoshop I stepped outside and realized an abundance of wildly growing flowers in a little corral next to our garage (which unfortunately has no animals in it because we actually live in the suburbs and only can pretend we are farmers.)
But still, when we bought this house I wouldn’t let the guys tear it down. I love my corral, and talking about it reminds me I need to get my bull’s head tied up out there again for lasso practice! It had to be taken down when the enclosure was painted. I’m digressing. (At least I’m not regressing. Digressing doesn’t seem so bad next to that possibility!)
All of this is to say…I was inspired to take some photos! 🙂
I’m pretty sure my neighbors were curious what I was doing bouncing around the corral for no clearly apparent reason today, but you know what they say about keeping good neighbors. Well, some say the best neighbors are fences, but we don’t really have fencing, so the next best thing is to feign insanity within their line-of-sight. (No doubt, you’re convinced, right!? )
So here are my photos of the day. Enjoy…I did!