Classes

The classes that I was so excited to have start, did exactly that yesterday and today. I know this always happens, but still I am always surprised at the sense of panic that I get. I feel like a complete hack that has faked his way only so far. M. Danawi seems like a good teacher and fun guy, but I might have some issues with him. He is intimidating in some way that is hard to describe. He teaches both Children's Book and Travel Portfolio. D. Clifford, the Intaglio Printmaking teacher is the opposite. Even though I have never done any printmaking before I feel assured that I will get some good images out of the class because of him. I have always wanted to do printmaking, and he seems like a great person to learn it from. Not to mention a great place to learn it in. The studio is an actual cave carved in the mountain.

The other students are great. Generally I am impressed with them and their work. It is always interesting to get a new group of people together like this. Right now we are all very friendly with each other. Give it a few weeks and we will all know who we hate and who is our new bestest friend. As of yet I am generally quiet with the group, but I know that will change as time goes on. I would like to think that I am the quiet, wise guy in the background who doesn't say much, but when I do it is good. No, I am the loud mouth making an ass out of himself regularly. Marigold tells me that that is my charm. And that is her charm.

Because of my advanced age, I have been recruited to be an extra driver. I hope that I don't get killed on these narrow and winding roads. It will be fun in a way, but I would rather not have the responsibility.