This week got off to a better start than the last, but didn’t end as well. I arrived early to my studio class, reluctantly posted my homework like the rest of the students for critique, and had the realization: I need to work and work hard for this class – I might be the worst person in this room (please, no!!). Maybe my brain is wired for creative drawing, but mathematical drafting is very different, especially if you have an extremely intellegent and talented architect as your instructor. After break, I slowly started to ache. Thinking it was my extreme disappointment in my first week’s work or perhaps lead poisoning from all the dust on my fingers and face (yes, I had smear marks all over on my face when I got home last week), I continued to attempt the week’s assignment. My eyes grew heavier and my body got weaker. How was I ever going to get out of there?! I packed up an hour early and just sat at the drafting board clutching to the hope that the instructor would see me, ask if I was done, and then dismiss me. No such luck. After what felt like a days worth of driving to get home, I went straight to bed. My poor dog – so excited to see me, yet so disappointed in me. I woke up the next day not able to eat a thing without my stomach clenching. Am I stressed? Am I sick? The flu? Not the flu!! The next few days I was touch and go and it has taken me this long to complete my other class’s homework. Hoping to wake up tomorrow to a fresh start and a better week.
No lead poisoning, so far.