what's all the hullaballou about?: Art Final Exam: Given one box of crayons and 3 pieces of paper, recreate the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel

I'm approaching what will probably be my easiest finals week yet. I only have one written test, in The World of Visual Effects, and she already sent us all the possible questions so all I have to do is memorize what I want to write and I've got it made. Although she is a nazi with her grading so we'll see.

Though things are winding down now, the last few weeks have been fairly packed with end of the year activities. We had our Senior Sendoff invite, fountain run, and all my art projects were due. I was covered in ink for a good 2 weeks from printmaking and seriously considered turning the corner of the printmaking studio into my makeshift bedroom so that I could just hop out of bed and start rolling ink. The idea sounded feasible until I realized I would probably die from the mineral spirits fumes. For our final project, I did three drypoint etchings of scenes from the fairy tales Peter Pan, Alice in Wonderland, and Rapunzel based off the illustrations of Arthur Rackham. It kinda sucked and I had to come up with some BS artsy reason for doing it. I wish I was talented in more areas of art. They make you take all these fundamental out of your emphasis courses which I inevitably fail to excel in. One girl did this really interesting piece on destiny and how the small decisions we make everyday drastically change our lives. She was saying how she moved to the US from Japan and had to choose where to move and what to major in. I think if I had chosen to go to Carnegie Mellon my life would be pretty different and I would have never met any of the people I've met in college.

Yesterday, I was in Valencia for the night so my family decided to go on a super long 6 hour drive through the Los Angeles national forest. We got up at 7am, drove to this mountain lodge/restaurant my parents like to go to because it reminds them of Colorado, and then drove all the way through the mountains which spit us out in Santa Paula. There's so much open space back there that I didn't even realize was there. I took many pictures. And I think my brother is morphing into a cowboy.

My mom and I after about 6 hours in the car. If you're wondering what we're doing, we're making noise with our soda bottles to accompany the music we were listening to.