I'm off at grad school again. We got here last night and had a big dinner as a group in large conference room with a big jesus cross on the wall. Life in the seminary! Last night they served rice pilaf , which I can't eat, bread crumb covered fish, which I can't eat and frozen vegetables with salad. I had frozen vegetables and salad for dinner. Tonight they served chicken parmagiana, which I can't eat, and penne, which I can't eat, with garlic bread, which I can't eat, so I ate salad and possibly the most disgusting, salt couldn't drown out the taste of, beef soup ever. Tomorrow I am going to ask at breakfast what they are serving for dinner and if it is more stuff I can't eat I am going to take myself out for something better to eat.
But, the food isn't what is important. What is important is that today we started our session critiques and I was second on the list. Folks, I am beaming as I type this, but I had such a great critique that all three teachers came to me over the rest of the day and said what a great critique (read: you showed good solid work and we had a valuable discussion about it) I had AND they even remarked on my stellar printing abilities. My class mates were impressed enough to come to me individually and tell me how much they like my new work too. You know what I call that kind of positive reinforcement? MOTIVATION. I can't wait to go home and shoot some more. But for the next week, I am perfectly happy to be here and relax, knowing my critique is over with, and participate in every one else's critiques. I am very happy to be in this position.