Thursday, June 30, 2005

Left-Brain Fanatics!

It's rant time again!
Since I came home the doom of the public school arts programs has been looming over the horizon. If you aren't keeping up with the info, here's a sample of the cuts our dear friend Roy Weaver is proposing:

Five guidance counselors (there are 5 high schools)
Academic Decathlon travel and supplement funds ($13,000 spread over five schools, each with 9 team members and an advisor, plus alternates)
Nine elementary and intermediate music teachers
Nine elementary and intermediate art teachers
Two intermediate band teachers
High school and middle school sports, band, and chorus supplements ($654,000)
Fourteen elementary PE teachers
Four middle school band teachers
Four middle school chorus teachers
Four middle school art teachers

Tomorrow morning, the county commission is having a meeting at the Ag Center at 8:30. I am making an effort to contact as many people as I can to show up in support of the programs that will either suffer or be eliminated as a result of these cuts.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Love in a cardboard tub and other things...

Firstly, huge congrats to Sarah for getting engaged to Zach (Zack? Zac? ... ) in a cornfield yesterday. Best wishes to you two, but don't have too many babies right away, okay?
Of somewhat less importance, orientation was Monday and Tuesday. I feel orientated. Got my schedule put together and my books ordered. Plus I saw a mock-up of my dorm room. Spiffy. Private bathroom with a VERY private toilet. Don't know why it's necessary to have a room just for the can in a dorm, but it's there.
So for the rest of the summer I'll be bumming around J-Town. Not too much to do for the next month.
Okay, byebye.

Saturday, June 25, 2005

Mmm...Perry!

Hello, all. I have returned and it's a little weird being in a house again.
Had a good time in Copperhill, despite the heat, bugs, and al fresco showers (include in that "one temperature: cold").
Things like the biggest slip 'n' slide I've ever seen, a monster of a rock wall, a horse named Alfalfa, and watching my sister "rough it" were pretty good distractions.
Then it was off to MSU for a week. It's amazing how long a bunch of 16- to 18-year olds can keep themselves occupied with box cutters, sheets of cardboard, and "as much glue as you can drink."
I might have even established a routine for myself. Breakfast at the bakery, lectures, projects, lunch at Perry Cafeteria, more studio, supper at the student union, possibly more studio, dorm.
Berk will probably turn a lot of people into hippies, and those of us who already have some hippie-esque traits will come out as full-fledged eastern philosophy/nature freaks.
If you can't design around the tree, at least do something useful and beautiful with it.
Down with ranchburgers!

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Paquito Taquito

'Lo GWC-ers (and anyone else who might stuble across this).
Just a quick little blurb before I leave.
I'm looking forward to some interesting experiences (Becca Poe in camo, Shine-Shine with a paintball gun, etc.), but I will miss you guys and my sweet little doggies.
*snork*
There's a magazine on my parents bed - Living with Teenagers: the College Issue (Secrets of Letting Go; How to Avoid the Freshman 15; 3 Financial Skills Your College Student MUST HAVE).
Well, I'm curious. I'll find out what these magazine-writer types think about sending us poor little birds out of the nest into the big mean world of college. Frankly, my parents are gonna have more adjustment than me, because now they have to wake up and drive people to school at 6:45 in the morning. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Anyway, I'll see you guys in about two weeks. :)
Byebye.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Sucksville.

Right, so I got Coldplay's new album (*love*) and it's lovely and woo and yay. And I was in a good mood.
Then today I find out that they'll be in Nashville in September.
ON A DAY WHEN I COULD FEASIBLY GO.
Only to find out that general admission tickets are $70.
*weeps*
Why must you mock me?!

Friday, June 03, 2005

Huzzah!!!

I am proud to announce that I have received my diploma, as issued by the State of Tennessee Board of Education. That's right, I'm happy to have something with Roy Weaver's name on it.
Helen was sober, nobody tripped, and we managed not to break down and start bawling when we were singing.
Hoolay!
Well, I'm gonna go wash off my makeup and get into some summer clothes.