So it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The professors were nice enough and funny enough, and even understanding. I'm worried about Art Appreciation though, because that's not really going to be as easy as everyone painted it to be. Exhibitions, dates at the Museum of Art, galleries and field trips. Sure, it would be great considering it's a "hands-on" and active technique; but the problem lies in that I have to be in ENC1001 at 10:00 and it's across the street and six floors too far away for me to make it in time if there would be a delay.
For instance, we finished a little later in ENC1001 because there were technical difficulties, so I rushed my flustered self into room 1567 (which happens to be right next door to Art!). I slid across the room with embarrassment to the first empty seat available in the front of the class (I have issues with the back; it's a scary, scary place) and politely stared at the professor speaking. At least he was gracious enough to let me live it down without having to say anything or commenting on my tardiness.
I really enjoyed 1001 because it's my type of class. Read, analyze, write. The other students are very nice and I'm glad we were able to chat a little before the start of class. WOH 2022 wasn't as dramatic as I expected. Our professor is a humerous Puerto Rican raised in New York and I couldn't help but sympathize with the New York accent.
I miss New York, more than anything I can possible be nostalgic about. I want to go back. I want to walk the not-so-crowded streets (people are so exaggerated when they describe the mobs) and stroll through Central park. I want to stand in Times Square and just stare at the different types of expressions each busy man and woman makes as they step closer to their destination. I want to live the streets Lily walked and feel the rush of knowing "If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere!" I want to sit in the Starbucks in front of the McDonald's, next to the Coldstone that announces it's location in big, bright font: NEW YORK.
But that will have to wait. I have to finish the semester first and then go back to my dream world. I need to start the semester before I finish it, so I should probably just focus on that Chapter 1 assigned for Art and finding that book for 2022 that is highlighted in the syllabus.
As of today, I will admit it went well. It didn't go stellar with rainbows and wonderful with hearts and smiles, but that doesn't really matter. What matters is that I lived through it to tell the tale and unlike the servant from "When Death Came to Baghdad", I'm not running away from my destiny. There's always a bumpy road to travel, but then again, if it's paved and perfect, chances are others have already perfected it for you. Maybe Frost was right when he said to take the road less traveled by.
I did once, and it made all the difference.
