Third class of the day, I come in and take my seat. History of Film. The professor casually saunters over and sits next to me. He says hi, and asks me how my day’s going. Then he starts asking me where I’m from, where I went to undergrad, what I studied, why I was in film school, what I did at NASCAR.
This is a pretty big class. I had never talked to the dude before, and I had never seen him start talking to random people in class, so I was starting to get paranoid. Did I completely fuck up our first paper? How close was I to failing? Have I been in the wrong class for 6 weeks? Why is he talking to me?
Turns out he just liked my paper and wanted to tell me to keep up the good work.
This is typical of most of my interactions with people.
Andy Warhol (American, 1928-1987), Knives, 1981. Color polaroid, 4.25 x 3.25 in.
show me your face / august 2014
i haven’t hung out with anyone
cause if i did i wouldn’t know what to say
i didn’t feel angry or depressed
i didn’t feel anything at all
i didn’t want to go to bed and and i didn’t want to stay awake
Super duper busy. I thought grad school would be a lot of work, but my expectations have been exceeded. Starting to feel bummed out for some reason, too. Maybe for a bunch of reasons. :/
How about yourself? How are things for you?