College is boring. It’s not really a surprise, considering the fact that we only have one subject per day because our Euthenics and Communication Arts professors are always absent. We’ve already met our Theology teacher, Sir Rembrandt (yeah, cool name!), who’s pretty nice, though he’s not going to be my favorite. I was born a Catholic but our family doesn’t practice. My eldest sister is kind of an atheist and like my other sister, I believe that there are many gods.
Okay, enough about religion. Our prof in Materials 101 is okay. I’m excited to enter her class again because she’ll teach us to make wire sculptures which I’ve tried only once. I cut myself several times in my first attempt but I got to make my giant crab (weird, huh?). Our Art History prof is also a woman but younger and a movie fanatic like myself. I am tempted to ask her if she’ll let us watch A Clockwork Orange in her class. Then there’s our Professor Cabrera in Techniques and Visual Perception. He’s an old man who always wears these bowler hats and makes stupid jokes. I really like that old man. You can tell he’s smart and he allows us to swear in our class. Our school is Benedictine and naturally strict, which is why I’m planning to move to another school next year.
Okay, enough. This post is getting too boring. Anyway, Cabrera requires us to have a great number of things for his class, one of which is the kneaded eraser. I used to have one but…I’m really careless. So when I got a hold of it I drew nonstop for days. My first work with that magical, malleable thing is this wolf down here.
And my dad bought me a new not-cheap-at-all pen. He doesn’t buy me expensive ones because I always lose them. I immediately drew Sid Vicious the moment I uncapped it. The pen will die the next time I draw something like this. So much for pricey pens.
The Importance of Being Idle 