This was created for Mr. Britton's creative writing class.
I am Rebecca, a graphic design student from Miami.
My class had to start something that was of meaning to us. For the longest time I thought of how much I wanted to be an illustrator with this amazing blog full of artwork. With the trend that I took with my fine art, that never happened. I have been given this opportunity to diligently work on this focus.
This tumblr/blog will be updated biweekly on Tuesday and Thursday. It will be an illustrated journal entry about my day.
I do warn that there is a little profanity sprinkled about. Sorry about that.
March 24, 2011
So we received the proofs for the yearbook at my school. It kind of solidified being a Highschool Senior even more. I just feel that my life is sooo stuffed with work. I have made a pact of sorts to not miss a single day of school anymore until the end of AP exams; even if I was deathly ill I need to go. I can get better later. I made that policy with my economics class, because it is so difficult to figure out what my teacher wants us to study, and I do not want to do extra work that is irrelevant, I will never miss an A day (so tuesdays and thursdays).
Now I have to do this memorization/play/performance for my english class for Othello. I can not think of how I will be able to perform. I keep my script on me all of the time but I never think to read it. People say to practice on the train…uh no. I am sleeping during commute- the buses and trains. I do not get good sleep during the evening and somehow the ruckus and discomfort of the train is enough to make me knock out and drool. During lunch I am for approximately 20 minutes in line trying to keep underclassmen and Ryan from skipping. My patience is thin these days. I also spend more time with the school counselor during my off hours in classes…mainly yearbook (since it is finished) and my studio classes (where I dislike working in anyways).
It helps talking to someone who doesn’t care about your problems. I don’t like to trouble friends who have their own problems.
Where is this entry going? I am not sure. I have to write for my teacher. I aim for atleast 20 minutes of writing. It all is a stream of conscience. I wish that I had images to accompany this entry and the last. I promise that the next will include a watercolour piece like the last.
I guess I will close with the coming weeks important thoughts.
I am rambling. I know what is due. I just do not know if I can pull it all off.
March 22, 2011
This post is more of a rant than a reflection.
Now that everyone is back from their spring breaks the work load begins. It was funny to see how people forget everything when it is vacation. I personally think that it is just foolish for teachers to give work during our breaks. I know some schools the students just do not work throughout the year so to give them a project over the break is somewhat possible but with the workload that DASH students have, I doubt many have the chance to enjoy their free time.
I am not acting on high horse but I worked every day. Even the days I was able to see my boyfriend I spent the morning and nighttime when I could have been catching up on my sleep, working. Even when I was on my “family vacation” I was working on artwork while traveling and on my off time.
I think there should be time, an allowance when for seniors there is no work due, just enough time to finish their AP work and that all of the art teachers are willing to help them. That will never happen but whatelse is their to dream about? To dream about finishing is not really worth it.
I can not wait until I catch up with all of my work.
The week was extremely busy and I was not able to produce the illustrations I wanted for my entries so they will only be text since I have to update for my writing class.
Sorry guys. It has been really stressful.
March 17, 2011
First, please excuse the illustration, being on vacation did not leave much time for me to illustrate in the car.
I went to Key West for the weekend. I am now sure really what my feelings are for it as a whole but overall it was enjoyable. There were a few accomplishments throughout my time there. Family vacations are extremely stressful. My parents sacrifice their work time to take my sister and I places. Every time we do go somewhere, my parents are always glued to their phones and constantly talking about what they should be doing back home on the job.
This time it was no different. My dad needed to do some work at the bank. Key West has a weird chain of banks called Tib or something to that affect, no Chase or Wachovia. My father spent like a few hours trying to work around it and I tried to help him by looking up any branch locations on the island. I was pretty luck to find “Chase ATM” on the map that the main website gave. I did not realize that the website meant that it was solely an ATM. My parents and I made a plan to go and find the location.
Key West is a walking city. To find parking…
it is nonexistent. The island almost has no space reserved to park. The houses are all squeezed together. The park space is very minimal as well. So we made our trek on foot to find out fountain of youth. After about 30 minutes of walking to the main district centered around Duval Street I figured out by map reading that the Chase building I thought I discovered, did not exist. There was a only a Chase ATM inside of a Walgreens.
My fathers boiling point was slowly being reached as the sun reached high noon. Surprisingly he did not explode with anger and frustration. He just walked it off…I think.
I think that was the best part of the vacation. Seeing my father not blow up.
I wish he was like that all of the time.
March 15, 2010
Pokémon. Everyone who knows me personally knows that I love Pokémon. I have been into it since I was in kindergarten. It has almost been an obsession. When I start to get distracted from it with other shows and such, the company comes out with something new to captivate me. So recently the newest thing that I bought was Pokémon White version. I had been awaiting the release since I was received got Platnium version two years ago. There were subtle signs and my well of knowledge of the series began to connect everything.
So I purchased the game. I had to. There are also boys in my school that were also extremely eager to get the game.
I had been having problems with my father. I got somewhat..”brainwashed” into thinking I did not want to get the game anymore…after months of waiting, research and all and I just gave up. I could not stand it. I have been feeling my energy drained and I can not stand anything. My mind was extremely off kilter.
So after all of that I ended up getting the game. The boys at school I feel have been taking things extremely far. Their obsessions seem to be past the appreciation of Pokémon. They seem to be more like becoming the strongest. I feel like they do not think the same as me.
This is more of a Pokémon themed ramble than anything. I apologize.
March 10, 2011
Last night was the streetlight manifesto concert. The excitement was overwhelming. I spent every day, on the back of the mind since Christmas thinking about it. Oscar gave two tickets as a gift. I was so thankful. I didn’t expect him to give me that gift.
I was introduced to Streetlight Manifesto when I was in middle school. My sister gained a friend when she first started ballet as a smaller girl, she was in elementary school back then. That friend had an older sister who was in highschool when I was in the 6th grade. The two sisters and their family became close friends of my family. The older sister was in 11th grade when I was in the 6th. I spent many days at their houses, just spending afternoons during my weekends when my parents didn’t have someone to babysit my sister and I. I was sitting in the older sister’s computer room and back then I had an ipod my uncle gave me, it was the first to come into production.
I had never really listened to music. It wasn’t my thing but I took the gift because my uncle was getting a new ipod. The older sister was now becoming my friend because of the amount of time I spent with her due to our sisters being together so often.
The sister’s name was Isabel, she told me her name was Izo. She had hundreds of songs on her itunes on her computer. She offered to give me her music. So I took whatever she gave me. She would ask me if I heard of a band and I just said yes and took whatever she gave me. She mentioned Catch 22 and added one song by them. I listened to it over and over. It was 9mm and a three piece suit.
When I got into highschool I met a boy who saw on my ipod that Catch 22 song and told me to look up everything that was Streetlight Manifesto because it was basically the same band. I took his advice and limewired the first few songs of theirs that popped up. I was hooked. I love them. Over the next two years my music collection of Streetlight manifesto grew. I never had the opportunity to see them in concert.
This year was my year. It was amazing.
March 8, 2011
This weekend has been a long one. My father got his cousin, my aunt (in hispanic terms), a preowned iMac G5. He made me fix it up for her. Mind you a grown man making a teenage girl do the work, when he “knows everything about computers” yet I am the “master at apples”? I kinda was hesitant to say anything about that comment because I know it was made in a snarky manner.
I spent Friday night, Saturday morning from around 6 to 8 trying to update it and then learned that it was fucking Panther. I went out to a the annual Asian culture festival during the day, so at night I tried using this set of .rars that my boyfriend helped me obtain on the internet to possibly get the Leopard OS X onto the fossil of a computer my dad got.
I tried the steps I was given to decompress the .rars into an .iso and all that good stuff. During that time I had to withstand this verbal beatdown given by my father who said I was taking too long and procrastinating when I was literally just watching a bar reach “100%” on my computer. My computer was not able to do what I needed and neither was the fossil.
My father has a very low tolerance point. To sum it up. I got a lot of shit talked about me to my face. This isn’t a sob story to make anyone feel bad for me. It was just what happened.
I learned how shitty mac computers are when it comes to doing anything useful other than surf the internet and look pretty. I felt like smashing the monitor with my fist. Today I tried for once last time to work some internet magic. Nothing worked.
Tomorrow my dad is taking that piece of junk of a laptop to Computer Village to see if they have a legit way of solving my problem. Oh well.
Just a weekend of stress.
March 3, 2011
I guess this is the insecurities post to get it out of my system, better sooner than later
when my blog becomes popular.
I have been thinking of my favorite illustrators and web comic artist I look up to, they have all changed the format by which they share their comics.
Counterclockwise from the lower left:
All of them are now on tumblr and are still as successful as ever. Majority of them are not even in the field of art as their studies or professions. It makes me concerned as to what will happen to me having the knowledge and the exposure. I do not know if that will do me any good. I assume that this is the best route to get anywhere- “just doing” as an art teacher once shared with me.
I have time management problems. Not that I do not plan, I over plan. I have things measured to the minute when it comes to scheduling. I think this project will be of use to me.
Sorry this wasn’t a good post. It was done in two hours. I believe when the ball gets rolling and I get more loose in this, I will be cracking out work like no tomorrow.
That and I will have a new watercolour brush.
March 1, 2011
Today was a pretty ordinary Monday at school. The real fun did not occur until after hours. After a long ride on the metrorail, the destination for my comrades; Alejandra, Spikey, her sister and Keisha, was Dadeland South Station. Not the place you would like your parents to know you have to go to every day to get to and from school.
My normal spot was taken by this older gentleman with an abnormally large briefcase. So I placed my bags against a pillar and stood since the other nearby benches were taken. As everyone settled in for the small 35 minute wait for our buses to arrive- I noticed this pigeon.
He was so fat.
He was also chasing the pigeon. My first reaction was to create a humorous commentary full of “colourful” language for Keisha (she doesn’t curse). It was fun to pass the time. We then figured out that the pigeon was sooo fat because he was showing off to the pigeon he was chasing. He was “wooing” her for mating.
Later on another pigeon came by because the man who took my seat has a handful of the crackers they give with the chili at Wendy’s and was tossing them.
The “fat” pigeon because super territorial. He chased both the new “skinny” pigeon and the female pigeon. It was kinda scary of how fast they chase eachother. It was sad when the fat pigeon chased the other, skinnier, pigeon so much that it eventually flew away. :c
Yeah. Art students on at the train station and nothing to do.
We become instant grade A professional british bird watchers.