Since I had the sprained ankle, I kinda fell behind in my classes. But luckily, I am catching up.
I did attempt going to school 2 days on crutches, but nuh -uh. That wasn’t working out very well. It made me very sore and exhausted all the time. I get pretty grouchy if I’m in pain, hungry, or tired. When I get either of those 3 things, I get grouchy, as in impatient, and kinda get a bit snappy at people. Can’t be having that.
I wasn’t necessarily stable on crutches. I was kinda wobbly, like a person learning to ride a bike. With that being said, I was pretty much another accident waiting to happen. I was absolutely terrified of falling down another flight of stairs, so I decided stay home until I was back up on two feet. 2 weeks of recuperating, and a lot of studying at home.
Anyway, my ankle wasn’t entirely healed, but I decided it had it’s rest, it was time to exercise it. At first it was very uncomfortable to walk. My foot was still swollen, so it felt rather awkward. And it was slightly painful because I had some bruising on the top of my foot. So having to put on a shoe, and walk, and having the top of my shoe push against my bruise with every step I took… Ow.
Well, I am mostly healed up now. There is just a little swelling on my ankle. The bruises on my foot healed, but the big bruise down my shin is taking a lot longer to heal. I still wear a tensor bandage to support my ankle for whenever I go out.
If I said that I fell down in front of the SSC, I meant to say the MC at UWO. I keep wanting to write up a comment to drop off in the comment box, to suggest railings, and something to be put on the actual stairs so they aren’t as slippery. Thing is, I always forget to do so when I am there.
I slipped while it was raining, and now there’s snow. Wither it be sand, or those mats, or even the same kind of orange rubbery material placed on side walks for blind people, that could work. Something just needs to be there to make it safe, so that others don’t do the same, and go flying down the stairs like I did. I suppose I could have wore better footwear, I was wearing dress shoes, that didn’t necessarily have any grip at the bottom to them. But I’m not the only female student that wears dressy shoes. Although, since the incident, I’ve been wearing my sneakers.
That’s enough about my ankle. It’s healing up nicely. Moving on! I got my first essay assignment returned. I got 70%. A lot better than I thought I would get, and that was without any assistance. University is supposed to be a learning experience, so I decided to write it on my own, and to see where my skills stand. Risky move, I admit, but you learn best from your mistakes.
My IS worker is going to try to arrange something so I can write up a make up exam for sociology. I already did my first art history exam, and there is another one coming up soon next month. I handed in my essays for sociology and art history. The essay I mentioned earlier was regarding my art history essay. I am still waiting for the return of my sociology critical thinking assignment. But that one was 5 pages long. My art history essay only had to be 1000 words. So it’s understandable that it would take more time to grade.
I have been struggling with Visual Arts. Measuring, proportions. I keep being told to draw a larger scale. Plus a part of me is uncomfortable with being told what to draw, how to draw, like we all gotta be able to draw the exact same in the same way. Perhaps my valuing of individuality is what’s behind the fact that that idea kind of bothers me in a way. But, I am sticking with it, and am trying my best. I’m there to learn skills that I could possibly use in future art projects of mine.
It was suggested that perhaps I could drop out of one class, and only take 2, I’d still be a part time student. Sure I get overwhelmed, especially when I fall behind. But I fell behind due to an injury. According to my IS worker, I missed 2 weeks, that isn’t that bad. I can still get all caught up. I have until Monday morning to think about it. My current thoughts on that is that would be like giving up. I’m too stubborn to give up, and I feel confident I can get caught back up to speed. I mean, I just need to take that sociology exam. As for visual arts, since studio class assignments are done in class and handed in at the end of the day, my IS worker is going to try to arrange it so that I can make up for the marks lost, by the next assignments being graded even higher. So if an assignment was to be ?/5, assignments would be marked ?/10.
Besides that, I finally finished that oil painting I’ve been working on, which seems like forever, over a year. I decided to call it “Brainwasher.” Also, at the New School of Colour, I was interviewed for a video. I giggled a lot. I tend to do that when I’m nervous. It’s not only a coping mechanism, but I have turned laughter into a habit over the years. A good habit.
The New School of Colour now has a new media guru who will be advertising events, updating FB and Twitter, taking photos and videos, etc. He kinda surprised me when we first met. His first words were “The famous Pauline King Shannon.” I was not expecting that. Famous eh? When did that happen? Haha! Anywho, glad he’s on board with this lovable bunch called, the New School of Colour. Welcome to the family 🙂
Speaking of the New School of Colour, I actually mentioned it in my Art History essay, because I am involved with it. I speak from experience. One of the things I said within my essay was …
“What I find mesmerizing about this, is that while the participants are creating art, the participants are in fact a part of Jeremy Jeresky’s art project, the New School of Colour: the space, the people, all play a part. The space and every one functioning in that space, is the art piece.”
Anywho, just thought I’d share that. I apologize for all the babbling about my ankle at the beginning of this post, but that was my life for 2 weeks, or more, since it’s not entirely healed yet. But it is a lot better than it was, and no pain anymore.
I’m not sure what I’ll be working on next when it comes to my next New School of Colour art project. All I can say, is that it will be another oil painting, and on a canvas. Probably bigger. An idea has not come to me yet.
Besides all that, my visits with my kids are going superbly. Always fun, and it’s nice to get out and walk with them for awhile. Even if it’s just to a store. At our last visit, we built a snowman, and then demolished it by attacking it with snowballs. We also played hide and seek. Yeah, we were in the parking lot, but the playground in the back of the C.A.S building was “closed”. There’s not many places for the kids to play in that area, so we just kind of make the best of what’s around. A woman did approach us, and say that’s not safe and blah blah blah. I think she said the same thing 3 freakin times. She doesn’t want us to get in trouble, playing in the parking lot is not safe, etc, etc. So yeah, we went to the store, returned to the building and had our snacks indoors. I promised both my kids they could have hot chocolate next time. I have to admit, that little machine in the C.A.S building is fascinating. It even gives you a cup! Haha! My kids and I were all just flabbergasted by this thing!
But yeah, things were kind of stressful, and overwhelming for a little while, but that was only temporary. Everything is temporary. So yeah, things are good, and I’m feeling pretty confident I can make up for lost time in school. Nope, I’m not giving up. Sure I may be struggling in visual arts, but lets face it, I am very passionate about art. So it would be silly to consider dropping that. As for sociology. I am loving it, and learning a lot. I’m pretty sure I’m a conflict theorist. At least that’s the perspective I find easiest to write from. I find the functionalist perspective to be too passive. That’s the way it’s meant to be, kind of attitude. Umm…no. It doesn’t have to be.
This blog post is long enough, so I shall leave it at that. Enjoy, and thanks for reading all this babble that hides within my head. – Pooks
“Self-confidence gives you the freedom to make mistakes and cope with failure without feeling that your world has come to an end or that you are a worthless person.”