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Nothing has made me wish I could drive like this quarter has. The bus ride to and from campus embodies everything that is wrong with public transportation. Any time I decided to skip school has usually been decided by the question, "Do I have the energy to take the bus today?"

At least the quarter's almost over. I haven't finished picking up the pieces, but hopefully I'll manage to scrape together something resembling a decent record.

In the meantime, I'm working as hard as I can on developing several pieces to consider for my portfolio and registering for classes that can act as a vehicle for it. The painting above is a detail from a work in progress - I still have to fill in the top and bottom with a wash and ink detailing - and one of the pieces I exhibited in October. It was even more unfinished then, but it worked out in the end.

So far I've only registered for two classes (ceramics and environmental biology) but I'm thinking about registering for a class in color theory; kind of fiddly and pointless, but it occurs to me that some of the best advice I've had from my painting teacher has been in the application and use of color. I bought a book recommended by Camden's uncle, Blue and Yellow Do Not Make Green, but I haven't given it a good look yet. If I can finish it in two weeks and still think I need more color training, I'll go ahead and take the class.