Forty minutes ago, I handed in my last paper of the semester. I wrote it in seven hours this morning on the definition of art according to Heidegger and the existence of truth making itself manifest through works of art. It was ridiculously bad. I hardly got to edit it before 5:00 showed up and I had to staple the thing. That’s how these endings go. You might have a paper worth 40% of your grade, but there is never enough time to polish it off the way you’d like to because you are pushed for time and only sleep 5 hours a night at most.
I think I almost became someone who cares about grades right there. Woo! That was a close one. No. No way. I turned it in, the world will give me whatever grade it wants to. And I will be driving in my volvo station wagon with my sunroof open towards the beach in just a few days and then – HA! – none of it will matter at all.
Things that have happened lately. I played a concert with Alex Mejias and the friendship band at Starr Hill two weeks ago. It was fun to be back on drums. I wore my jean jacket. I went to a friend’s art show. I went to foxfields and got sunburned, punched Lee J in the stomach, ate lots of chicken fingers, went to the bathroom six times, and wore a Hawaiin shirt. I watched Casino Royale with just stope. Me and him, it was a talking-about-girls date. Good times. At our 4th year Phi Delt Pass-down, I passed down my plaid blazer, my wendy’s frosty sign, two McKenzie Pens of Honor to our recently initiated pledges (awards for the best writing over the coarse of the semester), and a cowboy hat I did not own to Brian Poulson, making the mistake of calling him “the most improved caucasian” in Phi Delt (he is black.) I thought he would take the joke well since he is sort of a white-acting black guy, but apparently I came off a tiny bit racist. Big mistake. But we talked it over and its cool now. My mom and other moms drove up from richmond to feed our whole fraternity dinner on our backporch one night. We had the phi delt roast on tuesday, where we went to a public park and got to make fun of all of the graduating 4th years for hours on end. Some nice things were said, but mostly funny things. I got my placement for student teaching next fall: I will teach the 8th grade at Sutherland Middle School. I’m pumped. Thursday I ate dinner with Wes and Amy Zell, which is awesome because its free food at a real house outside of uva, but also because they always talk about their marriage and give us hope that miscommunication does not have to be the perpetual state of a relationship – things can improve, they are living proof. Friday my mom scheduled me a dentist appointment in richmond in the middle of the day so I drove home for that. The Dentist, the same one who told me I had the perpetual gift of youth b/c I look like I am 16, told me that one of gums was very angry at me. Its his fault though. He did the root canal. Now I have to get a gum graft procedure done. Saturday night we had phi delt’s final night on the lawn where I streaked twice and cut my hand on glass. Cooper also borrowed my sombrero and wore it while riding his rickshaw around town (he drives a bike with a rickshaw attached and gives people rides for money). It was cinco de mayo after all. Yesterday I worked all day and got no free pizza at the library when they announced it over the intercom. Today I wrote one of the worst papers of my life. Don’t believe me? Here is an excerpt:
“The artist is an artist by means of the artwork
he produces. Yet we have a problem here. Heidegger has identified a circle of self
perpetuating logic. An artwork is artwork
by means of being created by an artist.
An artist is an artist by means of creating a work of art. But what makes a work of art a work of art,
and what makes an artist an artist – why, of course, the answer is art.“