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Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Wait, I'm ony at level *2*?
...I should be working instead of writing this, but, well, I have an hour left and I'm bored. I'm sitting here, the sound of power and movement coming from the Karate class in the room next to me, the rythemic pound-pound-pound on an object of some kind, and in the other room are serious voices as the directors of the little inner city community center I work at have their board meeting. Nearby me, through the open doors I can see the black of a city street unlite by streetlamps and hear total silence except for a rare car passing by.
I know I should appreciate a job as easy as this one (well, easy when I'm not diffusing a 10 against 1 hockey brawl, watching the drug users at the community computers, or overting a imminent birthday party disaster...) but, frankly, I'm bored. I am even bored enough tonight to fix the mystery of the non-hanging calander and why it keeps ripping through instead of hanging on the nail it's supposed to. It was a simple remedy; punch the hole further from the top of the calander. The community center, and all it's staff, have literally gone since the month of January, punching the hole right at the top, having it rip through, then taping it back together, and have done so for each subsequent month. Somehow fixing problems like this was not what I had envisioned when I decided to take administrative training. I had loftier daydreams; ones of being the saviour for major problems like whole database meltdowns, or accounting mishaps that absolutly had to be found and only I could do it...and well, here I am three years later, solving the calander mystery. Life is never what you expect:P
So I'm bored tonight and since all the indoor room doors are closed it means no director can see me, so I sneak out the art instruction book I picked up at the library the day before. It's, "drawing for children" by Mona Brooks, and I own her more advanced book, "Drawing for older children and adults" and it was her amazingly unique instruction that started me on the detailed abstract ink drawings I do now. But halfway through that book, I got into the complicated part(in other words, where the play stopped and actual instruction started) and got completly lost. For someone who does drawing as her chosen art form, I really, truely, can *not* draw....wait, door is opening, director coming out, put book away and look alert....pretend to work...okay, she's gone, now where was I? Right, drawing. I can't draw. Or maybe I should explain that better. I can't be *taught* to draw. I can draw insinctivly quite easily, but try to teach me some actual technical aspect of drawing and and I just simply can't follow the technical instructions. Just ask my school trained artist friend who has attempted some very simple instruction and managed to hold my attention for....about five minutes...hence why I thought getting a book aimed at teaching pre-schoolers would be a good start since we both have about the same attention span as well as mentality for technicalities. I blame it on my ADD...that I haven't been officially diagnosed with yet..but that's just another boring technicality:P
When I open the book and start in one of the beginning exercises I soon find out just how *much* I can't draw. Now, remember, this book is aimed at 4,5,6 year olds. The book as three levels of difficulty for each instruction depending on how advanced the student is. So Level one, no problem, level two I can handle...level three....and....I'm gone. I am a displayed and selling artist for *drawing* and I am at ony level *2* in a preschoolers art book. There are examples in this book at the third difficulty level drawn by 8 year olds. These aren't even considered gifted students. I can draw fine....I just can't learn to draw.
Well, I decide, we all have to start somewhere...so I'll start with the five year olds. Hey, at least this work is more interesting than solving calander hanging mysteries....and then the subsequent mutliple lock problems that happened later that evening, which left me wondering if I'd still have a job the next day...but most of my shifts end with that question so I probably will. Now I'm going to sit down at my professional art table...and learn to draw as well as a five year old....
I know I should appreciate a job as easy as this one (well, easy when I'm not diffusing a 10 against 1 hockey brawl, watching the drug users at the community computers, or overting a imminent birthday party disaster...) but, frankly, I'm bored. I am even bored enough tonight to fix the mystery of the non-hanging calander and why it keeps ripping through instead of hanging on the nail it's supposed to. It was a simple remedy; punch the hole further from the top of the calander. The community center, and all it's staff, have literally gone since the month of January, punching the hole right at the top, having it rip through, then taping it back together, and have done so for each subsequent month. Somehow fixing problems like this was not what I had envisioned when I decided to take administrative training. I had loftier daydreams; ones of being the saviour for major problems like whole database meltdowns, or accounting mishaps that absolutly had to be found and only I could do it...and well, here I am three years later, solving the calander mystery. Life is never what you expect:P
So I'm bored tonight and since all the indoor room doors are closed it means no director can see me, so I sneak out the art instruction book I picked up at the library the day before. It's, "drawing for children" by Mona Brooks, and I own her more advanced book, "Drawing for older children and adults" and it was her amazingly unique instruction that started me on the detailed abstract ink drawings I do now. But halfway through that book, I got into the complicated part(in other words, where the play stopped and actual instruction started) and got completly lost. For someone who does drawing as her chosen art form, I really, truely, can *not* draw....wait, door is opening, director coming out, put book away and look alert....pretend to work...okay, she's gone, now where was I? Right, drawing. I can't draw. Or maybe I should explain that better. I can't be *taught* to draw. I can draw insinctivly quite easily, but try to teach me some actual technical aspect of drawing and and I just simply can't follow the technical instructions. Just ask my school trained artist friend who has attempted some very simple instruction and managed to hold my attention for....about five minutes...hence why I thought getting a book aimed at teaching pre-schoolers would be a good start since we both have about the same attention span as well as mentality for technicalities. I blame it on my ADD...that I haven't been officially diagnosed with yet..but that's just another boring technicality:P
When I open the book and start in one of the beginning exercises I soon find out just how *much* I can't draw. Now, remember, this book is aimed at 4,5,6 year olds. The book as three levels of difficulty for each instruction depending on how advanced the student is. So Level one, no problem, level two I can handle...level three....and....I'm gone. I am a displayed and selling artist for *drawing* and I am at ony level *2* in a preschoolers art book. There are examples in this book at the third difficulty level drawn by 8 year olds. These aren't even considered gifted students. I can draw fine....I just can't learn to draw.
Well, I decide, we all have to start somewhere...so I'll start with the five year olds. Hey, at least this work is more interesting than solving calander hanging mysteries....and then the subsequent mutliple lock problems that happened later that evening, which left me wondering if I'd still have a job the next day...but most of my shifts end with that question so I probably will. Now I'm going to sit down at my professional art table...and learn to draw as well as a five year old....
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