Today I had painting class at 8 am. My next class is something like intro to poetry, but not sure if we'll be reading or writing or both. I'm hoping both. The last class of the day is the history of architecture. The only available art history class that I haven't already taken- unfortunately, african american art was filled, and even though The history of prints is listed as being offered, it really isn't.
I'm starting to hate this school. Or maybe I am just really wanting to drop the art ed part of my double major and be exclusively just a studio BFA with mad hopes for grad school. the only problem is everyone in my life reiterating how art ed reinforces the likelihood of having a real job, but I really just want to be a printmaker.
Although, I have seen and do recognize the ways that my art ed classes have made me a better artist by learning how to teach others and what to teach them... and really, I do want to be a teacher in the long run, but not right now. I am nowhere near settled, and I want to move and experience more life before being forced to be stuck with a 7-5 job at a public school somewhere working my ass off to help direct the minds of this country's future.
It is almost embarrassing how far behind America's education system is, especially considering how "wealthy" we are. I hate that kids born into wealthier families have the opportunity for easy access to better education, but while teaching an after school program last semester with 20 3rd-5th graders, the poor and minority kids were often the most interested and more naturally gifted. The rest of the kids were cookie cutter guidelined and usually copied each other.
le sigh.
Tomorrow I have photography and something else. I think it's a special education class, which I am excited about. I have suspicions that one of my nephews is autistic and that my little niece also needs special attention.
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