"What are your thoughts on the forthcoming Personal Space and Alternate Identity assignments?"

What are my thoughts on the forthcoming Personal Space and Alternate Identity assignments?


Hmmmmmmm.





Well, my thoughts on the forthcoming Personal Space and Alternate Identity assignments are, as of the writing of these words right here, nothing. Beyond the fact that I must do them and that they are important.

I feel that they will be a product of my own hazy sleep deprivation fueled imaginings and ideas bounced off of some people I know.


The second one in particular will probably be easier to come up with an interesting premise for. I feel more comfortable deciding the fate of my own identity than I do of messing with personal space.

It's easier to do without getting into real trouble.


Not that I am limiting myself based on that. I figure this class has enough of a reputation that, I could get away with something awe inspiring.

If I can come up with something like that.


I'd like to anyways.


And that's it.

Embaras-mint.

Hmmm. Okay this is kind of hard.

I can think of times I have been embarrassed, but no time when it has been a really severe and humiliating ordeal.

Wait.


I got it.

Okay, At the beginning of my time here at UCSB, I attended the orientation. It was to get my bearings and to talk to the adviser for my major. Ceramics.

I spent most of the day going on tours and being either bored or learning some genuinely interesting things that I would need to know.

I finally got to the office of the adviser, and had a chance to speak to her about what classes I would take to start off my degree.

She asked me what my focus in art was.

I said Ceramics, and after she gave me a quizzical look, I told her that - on the school website - ceramics was listed as an area of focus for an arts degree.

She told me that it had been canceled for several years.



I was confused for a moment.

And then just generally very discombobulated.

And really fucking embarrassed.


She gave me some important forms and told me to think about how I would progress.

Now, that was pretty bad on the embarrassment scale.


Then I had to go tell my parents, who had taken me up to Santa Barbara and were eagerly waiting to hear all about my orientation.

This blew the previous moment out of the water.

Not only was I mortified that I had made such a catastrophic error, but I had to tell my parents - who can barely afford to help me with college anyways - all about how I fucked up.

It was... not fun.

But I worked through things at least.

Soooooooo yeah.

Ugh now you all fucking know.

Good times.


And that's it.

P.S. ( If you are reading this Trela; Hi! :D )