Pretty as a Peach

New York was such a whirlwind that I barely had time to write on my adventures. Actually, I'm just not sure I can share any stories without offending an inordinate amount of people. At the end of September, I packed up my dorm room and moved to Atlanta via Cleveland, Ohio (had to make a pit stop for a wedding). I'm mostly settled into my new digs at The Earle, Less money, and more square footage. I also managed to land a job at an art gallery...less money, more responsibility...which atleast made schooling worthwhile.

As for the city of Atlanta. I pretty much knew what I was getting into, but what I didn't realize is that it would take me so freakin' long to learn my way around this city. Maybe it's because every corner contains another ugly-ass condo building and similarly ugly-ass strip malls. I actually have a good sense of direction, only needing guidance the first time to a new destination. But not here. Not only do the drivers suck, and the traffic suck - - the street names suck, making the whole getting around town experience more miserable. How many Mills, Paces, Ferrys, and Peachtrees can there be? Howell Mill, Moores Mill, Brandon Mill, Paper Mill, Northside Ave, Northside Parkway, Northside Drive, New Northside Drive, North Pole, Powers Ferry, Johnson Ferry, Old Johnson Ferry, Paces Ferry, East Paces Ferry, West Paces Ferry, NEW Paces Ferry, Heards Ferry, East Wesley, West Wesley (say that 10 times fast), West Peachtree, Peachtree Battle, Peachtree Hills, Peachtree Way, Peachtree Circle, Peachtree Parkway, Peachtree Park, Peachtree Dunwoody...and I haven't even seen one fucking tree with a peach on it!

Atleast now, I am no longer maneuvering the city streets in my father's hunting truck. I'm now back to the good ole camry. Less cool, more gas mileage.

Scholastic Fantastic

My existence in New York thus far has been pretty relaxed, not to say that the dawn of classes on Monday is going to make life frantic, but I am actually looking forward to having a full 8 hours of my day filled with something other than coffee shop lounging.

Earlier this week I received a confirmation email telling me where and when to show up for registration. At first I didn’t think anything of it, but then panic started to sink in. I haven’t been in a classroom in over 7 years. Do I need to go shopping for a first-day-of-class outfit? Do I carry a backpack or a satchel? Do I sit on the front row? Back row? Or just blend in? What kind of school supplies do I need? Yes, I said supplies (now dredge up memories of your favorite pencil grip w/ matching eraser tip). For some reason this bent me out of shape so much that I emailed the school director to ask. I could hear them laughing all of the way downtown from their high fallutin' office on the Upper East Side. But seriously, I’m not showing up w/ a 3-subject notebook when everyone is bringing a laptop. But then again, do I bring my laptop? I have quickly discovered that you are a complete loser in NY if you have a PC. My Toshiba could be the laughing stock of the Contemporary Art Class.

Shortly after the confirmation/registration I received an email for my first school “mixer.” More on that next week.