My drawing teacher has been advising the class to "do their best" and "work hard" lately. I always try to do my best, so I wasn't worried about anything. Yesterday we started a mapping assignment, which entailed using grid-like lines to line up objects in proportion within a still-life. I was pleased with my work and planned on taking it home this weekend because I was proud and wanted to show it to my family.

In class today, my teacher quietly approached me, asking to see my drawing from yesterday. I thought maybe she wanted to point out something I could correct on it or work on, buuuuuuut, she told me she wanted to enter it into an undergraduate foundation art competition. I know she chose a few others from the class, and that there are probably a bunch of entries from students from various art classes all across campus. The winners will be chosen by a jury of the owner of the Mahan Gallery, the owner of another gallery, and someone from OSU...I think. I'll have to find out for sure. So, anyway, that's pretty exciting. I haven't been able to take many art classes thus far at OSU because I've been trying to knock out GECs since I started school six quarters ago (has it really been that long already?!?!?!) but it's really refreshing to be able to do so. And now that I have a new major in design, I probably won't be able to get enough! Art classes are absolutely the highlight of my week. Being recognized for something I really love doing also makes it worthwhile.

Oh, and one last thing. My teacher is Korean and while her English is pretty good, it's not perfect. ...Since I was named after my mom, I go by my middle name rather than my first (which is what mom goes by) .. it's always a bit confusing on the first day of class as teachers go through the roster and I almost forget to respond when my name is called, because I literally do not respond to "Jessica." I guess she'd written out the tag for my drawing with the name Jessica and realized I had already written Kate on the back, and she was really confused. I explained to her that Jessica is my mom's name and that I was named after her and so I don't go by it, but rather my middle name, etc. and I think I confused her even more. Stuff like that gets lost in translation, but I think she got the message that I go by Kate, so that's good. I once had a teacher refuse to call me Kate because he thought I was lying and randomly decided to be called Kate. Hmmm...right.

Ok, ok, this really is the last thing I have to say at 2 in the morning: I had a job interview on Thursday and I'm waiting to hear about it. Fingers crossed!