The Art of being in School

Week one of being back at Alfred University. I've started realizing already that maybe taking three studios is going to be... difficult.  Despite the dreary outlook I'm looking forward to stressful days, scheduled weeks, sleepless nights and early mornings.  Why would any one look forward to that kind of life? Well who can resist exploring yourself in physical forms?  I've already decided on trying something completely new in painting, I'm going to be as silly as possible, moustaches and disproportionate faces and bodies perhaps complimented by grotesque nightmarish images of corpses and monsters? Who knows what I will make besides the work itself.  Then there is the simple hope and dream that at the end of the semester I will be a competent potter, a crafts(wo)man, a learned hippy...who is right now a clay covered mess, with little direction and only has a learners permit for pottery.