Yesterday was fun. Catherine and I got coffee and headed to the Legion of Honor. We looked at everything on the main floor from Renaissance to Impressionism. It was fun, and it felt like being in Paris again. I even heard some French being spoken by tourists. I really like this painting.
We then went to this little cafe that overlooks the bathhouse ruins on Point Lobos Ave. It's near the Cliff House, but I've forgotten the name.
Afterwards I went to class. God, I hate how sometimes I'll have a class and right in the middle I get this feeling like, "What the hell am I doing? Am I supposed to be here? Is this really the path I'm on?" And I felt like crap all over. Today was better though, although I totally had a mind fart in front of the whole class.
We were doing a read through for a script where the dialogue between girls was very awkward and weird--it was written by a guy, so go figure--but the professor asked me how I would do it, and I just said, "Uh...not this way." And she pried me for more info on what should be said, but I couldn't come up with anything right then and there.
It sucked, but oh well. I'm not very talkative in that class, nor in any of my classes, and I'm wondering if that's going to have an adverse effect on me. Not like on my grades or anyhting, but in the future, when I'll be called upon to speak up or something, and I won't be able to do it. It just takes me a while to think of something to say, and I want it to be worthwhile, and I want to choose the right words, and I don't want to feel as if I've wasted anyone's time.
Ugh, I can't wait for this semester to be over.
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