Maitta
tab ❝money can't buy HAPPINESS,
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tab tab which are {kinda} the same thing...
Ahaha, whenever I hear stories from you graduating students, I feel like I might die from lack of sleep.
BUT CONGRATULATIONS! Woww, must be excitingg. O: <
I guess everything's better when you look back at it?
Like if I look at junior year of high school..it wasn't too bad. But at the time I probably thought I was in hell.
Hahaha. Yeah. College students don't sleep. Either because you're working too hard or partying too hard, or trying to do BOTH. My boyfriend's roommate frequently comes up to me and says stuff along the lines of "I haven't gotten more than 3 hours of a sleep a night for a month. I've had 3 rockstars and an entire pot of coffee...I think my heart might give out" It's NOON when he says this s**t, too.
I think my favorite art school memory was when my prof decide to do an impromptu bronze-pour. We had a week and a half to come up with an idea involving multiples of a cast object. Then we had to make plaster molds of the object, make wax positives from that mold, spru it all up and invest it for burnout. Needless to say, we all ended up WAY behind. The night before it was due, the entire class ended up in the shop, spruing our waxes.
Somehow, our wax got contaminated with oil and wouldn't fully harden. So all of our s**t kept breaking. Time after time, hour after hour, we kept at it to very limited success.
Then 10pm came along, and we ordered pizza, and got back to work.
Success started happening slowly, but midnight came pretty damn quickly, and the end wasn't in sight.
A storm started up outside, and we didn't think much of it. Until we heard the sirens, and got phone calls from roommates, significant others, and parents. Tornado spotted 10 miles from campus. Get to safety. ******** that, we had s**t to do. We stayed in the shop, working away.
Finally, victory was in reach. Our waxes were finished, and we were investing in the plaster/sand mixture. We made makeshift cylinders out of chicken wire, wax paper, and duct tape. We worked together to mix gallons of the investment, and filled everyone's containers one at a time.
Then...disaster.
One of the containers busted open, gushing the overly-watered solution of plaster and sand everywhere. There was over an inch of the stuff. It got on our bags, in our shoes, and on other people's projects. The stuff was wet, and any attempt to get it up just ended up making a bigger mess.
It was 5:30 am. The storm was still raging. Most of us had other projects due, and early morning classes.
We said ******** it. Some of us left, covered in sweat and plaster, and burned by wax. Someone slept in the shop that night, if only to see the professor's face when he walked in on his shop flooded with plaster, and only half of the class's projects done. (Man, he was NOT happy with us, but couldn't put the blame on anyone, individually)
