On the Borderline - Life With BPD: October 2010

Of Drawing Professors

Three posts in one day, dear God.

So, this is a post about my drawing professor. I don't want to go into any detail just in case someone from my school can read this, don't burn your bridges and all that, but I need to get this out.

My professor, let's call him G just because I can, is supposedly the best X-Drawing professor in the school. He's teaching just regular old drawing, not drawing I but a bit above that. He's really passionate about what he's doing, and he's damn good at it, too. I fully admit that the man has experience and talent and he's probably worked his ass off to get that good and then to be able to teach his passion to students at a prestigious art school.

But the man drives me nuts. The drawing class has turned into an X-drawing class, he will tell me I'd doing amazingly well and then give me a B and tell me "you really need to do better than this. ...Unless you're happy with a B, I guess." He goes off on tangents that don't end up teaching us anything we need to know and I still think I need to be taught drawing x before I can do x-drawing.

The biggest and primary reason that I am not very fond of him right now is that I had a bad panic attack in his class and he would not let me leave. He argued with me for some time about how I need to try harder and how I won't be able to "pay off loans" unless I stayed. And as a BPDer, I have a VERY hard time letting go of grudges and especially seeing people in shades of grey- so from that moment on, in my eyes, he became an evil man.

In the end, I grabbed my stuff and left, called my counselor upset (but was unable to get an appointment until the next week so I emailed her about it), and I also talked about the incident with someone whose only job is to mediate between students and professors and smooth over problems, as well as take complaints anonymously. They took it seriously, told me that next time if it happens in that class I should just leave without a word, and that if there were any further problems to tell them. I never mentioned Professor G's name though, and now that it's been a couple of weeks I've been able to cool off about it.

That, and after talking with him about my current project, I think I've figured out (7 weeks late...) how to get valuable criticism and advice from him by asking very specific questions and drilling him until he can't be vague.

Well, Professor... U, let's say, is one of the best drawing professors at my school, period. There's a huge waiting list to get into his classes and they fill up immediately. But I've run into him a few times, he's familiar with some of my work, and he even helped me out a bit in Drawing I when my professor was late due to car trouble and I didn't know what I was doing.

I ran into him (on the way to pick up my adderall, in fact) and after I expressed a bit of unease in G's class, Professor U told me to just be patient, to take his X-drawing class next quarter, and that he really was the best of the best. (I didn't complain about him, mind you. I am almost 22 years old and complaining to teachers about their colleagues is childish and could cost you some serious networking!)

Well, you'd better believe that as soon as I went home I changed my X-drawing class for Professor G's. I don't think G dislikes me, per se, so I'm hoping it goes well next quarter. If not I'll just blame Professor U. :p

By the way... I was having a quick talk with another professor about a project, and in her office, which she shares with drawing professors, I found a book that I happen to own and love- An Atlas of Anatomy for Artists, by Fritz Schnider. It is an amazing book for anyone looking to improve their human figures, as it presents bones, muscles, and all sorts of information in a way that is specifically for artists' use. I definitely recommend at least looking for it at a bookstore (Waldenbooks, if there's any still around, as well as Border's tend to stock it everywhere) and flipping through the pages.

I... need to stop with the long posts don't I...

Enjoy,


+Eden.

Read a Book.

Okay, this has nothing to do with BPD, but it's my blog so there. :p

I recently read another Terry Pratchett book (he is by far my favorite author), and I have to add this in there! Reaper Man is part of his famous Discworld series (no need to read them in order so get started! XD ). The storyline is about my favorite character, DEATH. He is pretty much forced into retirement, which causes some mayhem on Discworld as people who are supposed to die don't really quite make it that far, including a wizard named Windle, who is by far ready to leave his mortal coil. Er, disc. Something.

Terry Pratchett books are a work of genius because not only is the writing style superb, hilarious, and surprisingly easy to read while still being massively intelligent, the content itself is always amazing. His books are almost always satirical, and his characters very realistic and easy to relate to.

In Thief of Time (my first and favorite book by him), the theme is about time and individuality, as well as conformity and what's normal. It also makes fun of the educational system and mental illness. In Small Gods he handles the tough subject of religion versus belief, as well as corruption and sticking to your guns, so to speak. In Mort the book focused on love, how you shouldn't always interfere with things, and somewhat about growing up and making something out of yourself.

The best part is that these subjects are all somewhat hidden behind the story itself, which is always hilarious. I may be reading too much into the books but for once, I doubt it.

Aaaand that's my post on Terry Pratchett, author extraordinaire. Now go read a book!


+Eden

Update?

I haven't posted in this blog in a long while, this must end.

In any case, a lot has happened since my last post... (Scroll down for tl;dr version!)

1. I was finally able to get a psychiatric evaluation yesterday. I made the appointment a month and a half ago for two weeks ago, but they lost (!) my appointment and weren't able to fit me in until yesterday, mostly due to my class schedule (all over the place!). It's also kind of far, requiring a long bus trip and a bit of a walk to get there, but I made it happen. I thought the appointment was at 10am, so I woke up at dawn to be able to get there by 9am. When I finally got there, after having to ask directions, I looked at my appointment card... 11am. Eden was not happy. Eden sat outside smoking her Camel menthol and talking with a 54-year-old man for half an hour. It was surprisingly interesting, as long as I ignored his feeble but not-creepy advances. We talked about how Rae is the most gorgeous creature alive. I can talk about THAT for hours!

After waiting, I was finally in. After I realized it was only an intake I admit I got pretty upset- I had been hoping to see a psychiatrist for some adderall because my focus has been shot for months. Do you know the feeling you get when you're paying close attention to your professor's lecture or demo, and then blink and realize you've missed everything they've said because you got lost in your own world? Yeah, it's jarring and upsetting after a while. We covered my suicidal thoughts, often overwhelming urges to SI, my delusional thought process, my ADD symptoms, my OCD symptoms, depression, manias, rape nightmares, everything. There were two funny parts- when he had to list all the medications I've been on and decided to just write "See List" to save time, for example, as well as the cardinal that kept trying to peck his way into the window for the entire hour I was there. (Rae thinks he might have been rabid. I believe it.)

SO anyway, the intake guy agreed that I need to see a doctor right away. But even after he spoke with the receptionist, the earliest I could get in was in a month- and by then I'd be done with this quarter and probably with Rae's family for Thanksgiving or back home with mine for Christmas. HOWEVER, I got lucky and they told me to wait until 1pm to see if the doctor could fit me in.

So Eden had another smoke break. This time with a successful 27-year-old restaurant owner currently in detox. (Good for him!) And more talking about Rae, of course.

Back into the counseling building. After a while I did, indeed, get in to see the doctor. I spoke with him for a while (I speak softly and he's hard of hearing but it went well). He immediately prescribed me some adderall and sent me on my way.

I'll pass over the next few hours, which basically entailed me trying to get the prescription filled in three different places. Apparently some counseling places won't fill narcotics prescriptions if you're over 18, how inconvenient. I even got The Talk from the doctor about how I need to be careful with college students stealing my adderall but since I don't have a history of drug abuse I was cleared.

I got back just long enough to register for next quarter a few hours late (we have time tickets, I don't know how it works in other schools). Then eventually I made it back to my dorm for good- at around 5:30-6pm. Needless to say I missed a make-up class but I'll talk about that guy later.

This morning is my first try with the adderall. It may just be a placebo effect but I'm already feeling pretty good. For the first time since I moved here, I climbed up 4 flights of stairs and didn't even want to count the steps- when I tried to I didn't get far. I feel pretty clear-headed and as you can tell, I've even been able to write this long post, only pausing one time to check e-mail. Normally I'd take an hour to write my old, short posts, so I'm pretty hopeful. I've also sent two important emails instead of getting distracted by Facebook or anything else. Today I have a ton of homework and I'm sure I'll be able to get it done for once!

Eden is pleased.

(If this post is way too boring and someone's managed to read it this far, let me know please! XD )

Moving on...

2. Rae has moved down to live near me, and as soon as I'm able to move out of the dorm we will be able to get our own place (looking at Spring). Obviously I am very excited about this and I can't wait for it to happen! I had a college friend of mine tell me just a few days ago that she really admires "how slow" Rae and I are taking our relationship. I suppose compared to many, we seem to be taking our time- but in what we call "our time," we're not moving fast enough! Although BPDers tend to jump into a relationship, make it passionate and intense, and then burn out quickly and move on, I am definitely committed to this for good. I just wish we could be together now, but I suppose I can be patient until then. Good things come to those who hurry it up and Spring is as soon as it can be done. She's found a job and has another one lined up, so money isn't as much of an issue anymore. And her grades are pretty good now so she should be able to transfer to a nearby college in Winter or Spring. -excited-

TL;DR VERSION:

I'm on Adderall. Rae is living nearby and we're moving in together soon.

Thanks for reading!!


+ Eden