Enrollment just rose by 50%

I'm the type of person that TIME means EVERYTHING. Don't get me wrong, I love love, and money is pretty ok, and friends are awesome... But you can have ALL of those in the world and if you don't have any TIME to spend with any of them, what's really the point? So I like having a lot of time. If I waste it, at least it is mine to waste. Seeing as time is one of the very most important resources in life, to me it is also very expensive. I am not willing to do a lot of things for a small amount of money simply for the fact that I personally believe my time alone is worth more than that, not including whatever labor is expected as well. Hence why I quit my job Friday.

Most people would be scared half to death to do such a thing, especially in this economy... I know. I went nearly all of last year jobless... it's not (entirely) fun. My mom told me that very morning that people went to jobs they hated everyday because they had responsibilities, etc., that whole spiel... I told her those people were too afraid to live their lives the way they wanted to and that I was not going to reserve myself to live like such people just because a piece of paper says I owe someone more pieces of paper... Mind I am a responsible person. I own up to my mistakes, I answer for my actions, etc. BUT there are things in life that you just cannot spend your entire life worrying about them. Money is one of them. Money comes. Money goes. I don't really worry at all about money. So that definitely was not going to be a reason to stay at a job.

I worked at a doctor's office, by the way. I have absolutely no educational background in the medical field. I suppose I was "lucky" to have gotten the job... But see, the thing is, I've never had a dream to work in a medical profession of any kind. Especially not one that deals only with feet... I have big dreams and little dreams. My big dream is to be a singer. I used to want to be a country singer cause I like their lifestyles. Lately I'm not completely sure. My little dreams (dreams that will be nice incase the big dream doesn't come true) are in real estate. FAR from the medical field. I'd like to rehab properties, develop affordable and NICE, safe housing for low income families, veterans, and the elderly, and I'd like to sooner rather than later be an appraiser. NONE of these things will be possible working 60 hours a week so someone else can live their dreams. And after I saw my paycheck Thursday night (after some... "misunderstandings" about my hours) it became very apparent that they weren't willing to pay me any amount close to what I thought 60 hours of my time was worth let alone for the work I did while there. So I went in Friday and quit. Which sounds crazy... but ironically enough at a recent conference I was REQUIRED to attend for said office (WITHOUT pay) I heard that only radical changes in one's life bring one closer to living a successful one (life). Hmm... Guess that's not the best place to take overworked, underpaid employees to teach them more about their jobs...

So anyway. When you close one door the draft opens a window... So I had an email in my inbox a few weeks ago that I had yet to respond to from a professor with whom I'd been discussing a job in the art department at the college. I got home from work (haha) Friday morning about 9:15 AM and decided to email him back. That afternoon I checked my email and he'd sent back about the position (still open) and he was meeting with some fellow hopefuls at Starbucks at 5. Damn. It was 5:23... So I emailed back that I could meet him tomorrow, same place, 2 PM. Great for both of us.

I start on Monday.

Technically now it IS Monday. I'm not exactly nervous. Not about standing naked in front of 10 or so art students roughly the same age as me.. (oh damn. I just remembered that although I will probably be the oldest one there aside from the Professor, I look 12. Ugh...Anyway...) It's just the slight anxiety of not knowing exactly what will be expected of me (as it is for anyone with any job). LUCKILY for me, though, it is my first time as an artist model and it is also their first time having a model in class. It may actually be the first time the college has had live models for it's life drawing course... So if I do sort of mess up a bit only the professor will know. (He came from another college and worked very hard to get models approved for the class.)

So I've been researching. Or trying to, at least. Google it. It's not the easiest thing to get actual information on. I have come across a few blogs though that discuss experiences and etc. which have put what slight curiosities I have at rest. Of course every class and every college will be different though. I am, at least, very at ease with my body. Well.... my boobs could be bigger, but my fat content could also be higher so I will take the 32 B's I have anyday. Currently my skin is clear so I don't have any like, back pimples to worry about (Like none of those snotty nosed little barely post pubescent adolescents don't have any!), AND I do have a cute butt to make up for my small boobs, not that these serious little art students will be concerned about any of that anyway. They'll me meticulously perfecting my every angle and every curve without a thought of who I am or if I'm pretty or fat or skinny or ugly. I am just a mere subject.

Bull shit. I know it's supposed to be pretty much the same as taking your clothes off in front of your doctor, but everyone is judgemental. I especially know this since working in a doctors office. They may not act that way when you're in front of them, but later on they'll be telling their families over Christmas dinner about their experiences drawing the naked Jack or Jill in College art. (I know this from experience as well!)

As I said though, I'm not at all nervous about stripping down for the advancement of art and education. I am very satisfied with the body God gave me. I even think it's sexy and cute! Mind I AM biased though... It's just the not knowing. Not knowing what poses I'm supposed to do till I get there. Not knowing if I really AM going to be strong enough to hold them for 20 minutes at a time. Not knowing if I will have to actually undress in front of the class (kinda hard... Kinda sexual) or if I'll have a dressing area and then only a robe to shed after I am standing on the plinth. These are the things I wonder about. Again not really nervous, not really anxious... Just curious. Not long left to wait now. My wondering shall be ended at high noon. Hmm... I think I shall get there a little early