Friday November 01, 2002

Feeling distresse (yet again)

Tomorrow Steph and I are going to Cleveland Museum of Art for a couple of hours. I have to see in person the paintings that I'm writing my papers on. William Bouguereau's Rest, and Bassano's Lazarus and the Rich Man. But as much as I absolutely LOVE art, I mean love love love it to the point that I don't ever want to do anything else in my life ever ever ever, I just can't do this paper. How did my nerdy self go from getting perfect scores on exams I hate to fighting just to pass some class that I like? I can't write about art... I really can't. I just can't. FREAKING OUT. I am.