Atomictumor

GAC started writing this post several months ago, at the end of either last years winter or this years summer semester.  While I liked it, it wasn’t up to her exacting standards.  I’m posting it so we can hear her voice.

I love you, GAC.

        -AT
As I’ve said on previous posts (if you can find them, that is), this past semester of school has been a real bitch-a-roony-doony. I only had three classes, but at 3-hours a pop, that was 18 hours of required classtime a week, not to mention the many extra hours I spent slaving over projects both at school and at home.
Money was also a big factor this semester. Books for three classes were a little over $200, plus two I didn’t even bother buying. Since 2/3 of my classes were art-intensive, I spent a goodly-sized wad on art supplies, mat board, markers, and drafting crap. It was a real boon for me to be able to get between $200-$500 worth of paper from an architecture firm in Knoxville last summer. I suppose I’ve still got around $150-$450 left. So, you know, call me if you need some fancy paper.
I hated my Autocad class. A program that I had previously had a great liking of became a tool of the devil. My chipper-as-fuck-at-8-in-the-morning teacher saw to that. She would talk very fast, going through steps for a project in 2 minutes, and then call us idiots for not getting it the first time and telling us our questions were stupid. She would give out hand-outs that were so littered with typos and grammatical errors, even leaving out critical steps, that they were impossible to follow. Several students cried. It was that bad.
My other two classes were infinitely more tolerable, but way more labor-intensive and with strict deadlines. During the bleak months of February and March, I strongly considered dropping out and taking some time off. But I perservered, and for my efforts received all As. What a relief.
But I’ve been having nightmares. The most vivid involved a final, my much-hated speech teacher, Autocad and drafting a house remodel. With a horrible head cold. In the rain. Other nightmares have involved such thematic elements as being held hostage in a classroom and snakes. I figure I’ve had nightmares half of the nights since finals ended.

While I’m far from seeing Charlie in the trees, I am displaying symptoms that have been tied to post-traumatic stress disorder. Do I have it? Probably not. But my nightmares, coupled with difficulty sleeping at night and the migraines I began developing during autocad class are bothersome.

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