It has been a rough couple of weeks, but things are starting to look up. My dad has been approached by the local community college about putting together a curriculum for a DIY class on wind-powered generators. Though he won't get paid much, he will be part of the college staff, which means he'll get health benefits. That's fortunate because he has leukemia (in remission), and his insurance costs $900 a month.
(Kick someone when they're down, why don'tcha.)
School is going well. We had four assignments to complete this week, one of which was to provide a sample of a Photoshopped image--be it hand-drawn or an edited photo. Since I just got a nifty little Wacom graphics tablet for the class, I opted for the hand-drawn option. This could have gone horribly awry, considering that I haven't done much drawing for the past ten years, but I think it turned out alright.
The professor really liked it, but I haven't had much feedback from the rest of the class, so I'm getting a little nervous about it. This is a class filled with graphic design students of all levels, so to some of them, it could look horribly amateur, but since no one else has submitted their images, I don't have anything to compare it to.
Any graphic designers out there care to tear me a new one? I can take it, I swear!
On to the cute side of the news...
Last night, we attended Ethan's school open house where we had the opportunity to read the reports the students had dictated to the teachers about the most special people in their lives. Here's Ethan's:
"This is my mom. She's special to me because she likes me. She lets me watch TV. I watch SpongeBob with her.
When she was a kid, she was 10 years old.
Her hair is brown, her eyes are green, her lips look like a paint color. Her skin is peach colored.
My mom likes to take me to Kindergarten. She works in a factory, it's a juice factory. She lives in a home. It's at the bottom of Dibb's (Deb's) house. She has a kitty named Arrow. The kitty looks like a little cat to me.
My mom likes to watch TV with my dad, sports games. They like to hold hands, and they like to talk in the car.
Sweet, ain't it?
Apparently, to my son, I'm a green-eyed, painted harlot who works in a juice factory. Awesome.