Cut and Paste, Start Again ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- eep i'm sitting in an empty classroom down the hall from gwynne's office, giving myself a prep talk on how to break the news that i'm leaving her beloved department... i'm having a full on panic attack.. chest about to cave in kind of shit. take deep breaths. in and out. in and out. i was walking toward her office and on the wall are projects i've done for the last 3 semesters of classes... i feel like i'm depriving her of something by leaving. but at the same time, i know im not paying 30,000 a year to go to school and build HER portfolio... while she's got a wall of my stuff ive got nothing, cause none of it applies to the work i'm actuallyinterested in doing. i wish claudia was with me. i can't go in there. she's gonna talk me out of it. it's like telemarketers or drug dealers. you have to just say NO. firmly. ok. im gonna go in. in a minute. first i need to breath. 14:38 - 18 August 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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