I recently enrolled at a local community college whom, I'm told, has a decent art program. I'm enough of a nerd that depth matters to me, so I decided to take full-on college-level art classes. In doing so, several interesting things happened:
1. I had to apply to go to college as an undergraduate. I already have a college degree in fact a graduate degree, so this was fun. It was online. A few days later, a 19-year-old called me and welcomed me to the college.
"So, like, have you scheduled your Acuplacer Test yet?"
"Your Acuplacer test. Have you, like, scheduled it?"
"Yeah . Um....I'm not going to take your test."
She was flustered. "Oh. Um. Well, oh..."
I rescued her. "I already have a college degree."
She was happy to have been spared the inevitable confrontation and replied, happily, "you probably don't need to take the Acuplacer then."
"No. I don't think so."
2. I'm old. Like, really old. My first class will be a level 1 small metals and bench methods class, scheduled at night, and by 9 pm I have a headache. I'm also hangry, and we can't eat in the workshop. After class, few things are open. If I haul ass, I can get to the Golden Pride on Central, and make a lot of bad choices owing to--you guessed it--my fatigue and hunger.
(Golden Pride fried chicken is my crack. My kryptonite. My reason d'être)
I even did an entire journal entry about it.
3. I'm old, part 2. I am easily the oldest person in the room. I'm pretty sure I'm older than the teacher. Geh.
(Me, feeling old)
4. Finally, for some reason, I'm way busier than I was when I was in school and had kids at home. Do it while you're young, kiddos.
I'm hoping to start putting up some photos of what I'm working on in this class.