Ang sarap dito sa pupuntahan ko

Yesterday THE SCHOOL WAS ON FIRE XD
During my General Illustration class, Lauren stopped drawing and asked "Does anyone smell melting crayons?" As soon as she said that, the fire alarm rang. Everyone gathered their stuff and when we looked in the hall we could see smoke coming from the fine arts side of the floor. I told everyone to go down the other side of the hall since there was a bridge to the E building.

When we get downstairs, everyone from the D building was standing outside on the sidewalk and three fire trucks came. Glut said she was in anatomy class when the model said something smelt funny and the bell rang right when she said that. The model jumped up and put on some clothes and the building was evacuated. Firefighters went into the buildings with axes and they even used the lift.

I called Ash and she was in the C building on the same floor but they didn't evacuate her side of the building. She was mad angry because she compared her situation to the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fires XD "They gon' burn us down while we stuck here sewing!"

People were holding up their cell phones and taking pictures like there was a celebrity. People started to go back into the building after two trucks left but I wasn't in any rush to run to a smoky floor so we sat in the lobby of the E building. The fire wasn't fully put out so the fire alarm rang again. Everyone pretty much left for home but I skipped Art History and went to eat with Glut.

Apparently the fire was started in the closet sized room reserved for spray paints and chemicals. Some fine arts student was melting plastic for her sculpture and started the fire. Three people didn't know how to use the fire extinguisher so the fire alarm rang.



So the semester is almost over for most of my classes.

Mon
Marcos is one of my better fashion classes. I hated it in the beginning, especially since it's four hours of drawing FASHION figures. But at this point, we're allowed to draw in any media that we wish! I draw in markers all the time in his class and get some nice pieces done that I can be proud of. But I get tired towards the last hour and start getting some lazy lines.

Then I have my only real General Illustration course and it's one of my least favourite classes. It's not fair, we don't get to register professors for our major classes. So we were stuck with this senile old man who doesn't like change. He's deaf in one ear and only listens to the first half of your questions. He had us frustrated for weeks. We're finally on the final project so I'm just gonna pop in my headphones and get the piece done. Unfortunately because of those Monday holidays, I have his class until the Monday before Christmas D:

At night I have an Art History coarse. I got a 97 on my midterm and the class is relatively easy. The professor talks so LOW and turn the lights off to show art slides so sometimes I get a little sleepy. But this class is an easy A.

Tue
UGH! I hate this class even more than the senile man's class. This is a "fashion applications" class and we have to draw the fashion figure but unlike Marcos, JJ makes us do the same crap everyweek. JJ is cool as a person, a Filipino hipster with some okay music, but such a horrible professor. He forces us to draw like HIM. All cutouts and straight lines, and then he makes us do this rediculous paint splatter thing on EVERY piece. I mean once in a while, the splatter can be appealing, I guess...but on EVERY piece? It's so repetitive and plain and boring. I can't WAIT for this class to be over. The last time I was there, I actually cried because I was so angry and frustrated. I skipped his class twice already but he saw me walking to school today and gave me a stink face.

My night class is a World Affairs class. I took an International Relations course at Hunter College so it's all a repeat. The professor is super lazy so we always get out an hour early. I got a 27/30 on my midterm and the test was like middle school multiple choice status.

Wed
I have Kung-Fu in the morning with this guy that looks like George Lucas XD He keeps talking about homeopathic medicine but I don't mind as long as he wastes time. The class is okay, I just wish he was more fit and energetic to help motivate us while he teaches us.

Anatomy is my favourite class and taught by my favourite professor! The only place where I can do what I love to do. This is also the only class where I get to draw the nude. I even stayed after class and sat in the next class to draw the model even more. I just love how energetic and charismatic the professor is too!

Thur
Photography is pretty fine when he doesn't lecture about things I already know. We don't use the dark room so it's kind of pricey having to print my assignments. Finally starting on the final project and that should cost me another 20 bucks.

Fri
My favourite fashion professor but I don't really enjoy drawing half the time in there. I have a night shift the day before so I'm tired and frustrated by the time it comes for me to draw there. The professor is so cool and awesome but I just hate fashion illusstration.




WORK
I'm so mad that P is a supervisor but acts so immature. Last week P asked if she could take my Sunday shift if I take her Wed shift. I said okay because I was sick and probably shouldn't be serving food to customers in my condition. She came AN HOUR LATE! She's been working there for over a year and her excuse was that she didn't know what time we open. B had to mix all the yogurt and clean the whole shop by herself and to top it off the computers weren't working. Then on Saturday, P wanted my shift again and I said no. I told her it wouldn't be fair to B and then P has been ignoring me since then.

Because of the last minute switch, my boss switched my sched so now I work Sunday night shifts D: 6PM-12AM!! It takes me an hour to get home and I have class at 8AM ; n ; I can see the panic attacks already. I can't wait to work my Sunday shift because it'll be the first time in a long time since I've been on shift with only dudes. My female co-workers just give attitude or ignore my presence. I'll be working with Andrew and Pon so it should be super chill. I'll even bring vegan cake to celebrate because Andrew is vegan.

All employees have to work two holidays. I told the boss I'll work any day but New Years Eve. I always have night shifts so can you imagine all the drunk butts demanding yogurt? D:

Ugh!  I feel like I've been lied to!

On Thursdays I work from 4PM-12AM.  We close at 12 but since I still have to count register and clean the front, I also stay and help the people who are closing so we can all leave around 12:20 or 12:40.  The subway trains run slower at night so it doesn't make much of a difference to me.

My co-worker called me while I was working today and left me a voice-mail that went: I really need to talk to you, please call me back.  The last time she left me a voice-mail, I didn't have my phone on me and she refused talk to me for a whole week.  So I called her back and she asked me to switch shifts with her on Thursday because she has a doctor's appointment the next morning. 

I said okay, hung up and went to look at the schedule. 
That's when I realized that she was working 6PM-closing that night. 

I started thinking about it.  It didn't make sense to switch because we'd be leaving around the same time.  The guy that closes with us on Thursday always helps us close super quick so we'd all get out earlier anyway.  So it wouldn't make much difference if she'd have to wake up early and go to the doctor's office anyway. 

She's always complaining about how the boss cut our hours we're all making less money than we were making in the summer.  She's notorious for covering other people's shifts so she can get more hours.  So I feel like she lied about the doctor's appointment just so she can make more money.

I'm not mad that she wanted to switch shifts.  I'm mad because I feel like she lied about WHY she wanted to.
Normally other co-workers would just ask if we can switch shifts but never need to give a reason.
For her, I feel like she has always has to make an excuse.

Also, when we split tips it goes like this:
The two people who opened get more tip than the person who came at 1PM.
So last week I opened with B and we were supposed to get 3 dollars each. The other girl gets 2-something. 
I was busy with customers but B told me that the girl took my three dollar tip.
Now, it's just three dollars BUT today B told me that one time she forgot her tip and the girl took it. 
The girl said it was only 1.50.
When B asked S how much they made in tip, she said it was almost 4 dollars.

So watch, on Thursday, the guy and I will close so quick that by the time we finish and get to the subway station, she'll still be waiting for her train.  And see how this switch makes absolutely NO sense.