One Classy Guy

It's hard to go to college in Utah County and not get a BYU education. Even though I'm not going to BYU, it appears all my professors this semester did.

That being said, this looks like it's going to shape up to be a memorable and busy semester.

My Typography and Layout teacher I already like a lot more than my last one, but to be fair I've only had 2 classes with this one thus far, and he hasn't critiqued any of my work yet. But, I'm looking forward to the first assignment: creative monogram. That's right. It's graphic design and apparently it's 1900.

Creative Writing should be fun, at the moment I'm planning on writing "The Friends of Henry Paris," while it has nothing to do with his friends, it should still be enjoyable or at least complete with 30-50K words by the end of the semester. Wish me luck.

Rendering the Human Head may be more boring than I thought, although I'd be remiss if I didn't make a slight retraction from my last statement concerning this teacher. When I took one day of his class last semester I thought he was dull beyond all belief and stoned beyond all comprehension, only to discover now that he was suffering from jet lag, not weed, and so the class may be less drug-fueled than originally planned. I'll let you decide whether that's good or bad.

Rounding out the 3 credit classes is Interactive Design, or Dreamweaver 101. It's exciting to FINALLY be in a class that actually teaches something I actually want to do. It's also exciting to be in a class where I feel like I know the most out of all the students, as I know enough HTML to blog, and to work in Tech Support. Yay me. In other news, the teacher teaching it is my age. My. Age. Not slightly older, but my age. That's depressing. But, hey, soon I'll be graduated and all will be right again in the world.

Last and probably least is Art Lectures, about 200 or so UVU students in an auditorium once a week listening to a visiting Artist/Lecturer pontificate on being an artist and whatever that entails. I'm more excited to visit with friends from past and current classes shortly before and after the lectures, but still, it's just one hour a week for 10 weeks. I can probably handle that. Of course, I have to take the class twice more, but at least it's (hopefully) different lecturers each time.

And that's my first week of class. I'll keep you posted (probably) on how the semester and my sanity fares as it (hopefully) does so.

Until then, brothers and sisters, adieu.