The past weekish

Last weekend, David came to visit and I took him to see the farce, Noises Off.  It's a play within a play and that play inside of it is called Nothing On.  Confusing?  Yes, but it was hilarious and I am and always have been such a fan of the acting/music theatre department here.  I couldn't even begin to describe it if I wanted to.  Anyone I tried describing the play to just looked pained afterwards.  So, a youtube video will do more than suffice in this blog.  The guy on the video does a good job explaining it:

So, this week has been very, very  busy.  Ceramics is coming to a close and we have until tomorrow to get everything onto the shelves to be fired.  This means that nothing can be wet, everything has to be trimmed and we definitely cannot throw anything on the wheel tomorrow.  Frantically, I've been trying to bring everything to a finished and clean state but, honestly, it's taken its toll on me.  I haven't been getting enough sleep and there are nice bags, the size of carry-on-luggage pieces, underneath my eyes.  See, I've spent at least 5 hours every evening/night in the ceramics room and then all the hours in between and left over on any other homework I couldn't bear to leave unfinished.  This is a drawing project I completed mere hours before class (while Seinfeld serenaded me in the background):

Yet another example of how scary I came make myself look.

On Wednesday, my week was made a little bearable when the department chair and LM Wood with camera in hand came waltzing into the ceramics room.  Everyone in the class was on a wheel and it was really noisy between us and the blasting radio.  Then, Mike told everyone to turn off their wheels because the department chair, Shawn, had an announcement.  A second later Shawn said, "Is there a Monica Huang in the room?"  The rest is history.  He asked me to come up and accept a scholarship for rising seniors in the art major and then took my picture multiple times.  I was flabbergasted because I had not applied to anything that even remotely resembled a scholarship.  Apparently this particular scholarship was new this year and because they didn't give students a chance to apply, the faculty members had a meeting to choose candidates and winners.  My friend Jim, who is also doing a ceramics concentration, got a scholarship too!  In Mike's words, two "claydogs" had been recognized.

money money money money