Summer semester started tonight. That means I didn't even get a week out of school before it started right back over again. I had to switch my two classes around a little, seeing as how I thought that I had a week out of school, but then I realized that I had class about 2 hours after that class had begun yesterday. So, I changed things around, made it so that I have Tues/Thurs classes, and I wouldn't have to look like a big ditz to the teacher, so it's all good.

No more Film Genres class for me this summer. Instead it's Intro to Fine Arts. Tonight we learned that yes, a black shovel, a soup can and Jackson Pollock paintings really are art. And my offering of the idea that perhaps they were just smart people that were offering the right kind of junk at the right time wasn't appreciated as the sort of genius that I'd hoped it would be. Perhaps it just wasn't the right time.