“Jenn is Bored” Poetry
part 1
It’s raining, it’s pouring
My day has been boring
Why must I be drenched
Is what I’m imploring
My pants legs are soaked
My hunger is stoked
If I weren’t so broked
I’d be all coked
Science class starts soon
It’s now past noon
I’m sitting beside a buffoon
Outside it’s a monsoon
— jwc 01.23.02
Thank you, thank you. 
Happy Pout Day to me!
Every year around this date I start to get anxious. I wonder what that year’s birthday will bring. I spend a lot of time telling myself not to get my hopes up, but I do in spite of myself. When the big day rolls around, January 14th, I wake up and start to look around, all sparkly eyed. What surprises await me?
The day drags on and I am forgotten to those around me. My mother is always a disappointment. She usually dons a card with little to no thought, signed witha hasty scrawl of “Mom.”
If I get a present it is something I would have liked when I was five. Last year, for my 24th birthday, I got a teddy bear. This year only a card marked the day. It was sent through the mail – no phone call or anything. At least it got here on time this year. In 2000 she held on to it for three weeks waiting for me to come pick it up myself. That year I lived 7 miles away.
I don’t want you to get the idea that I am some spoiled brat who expects a Lexxus in the driveway. It’s not that at all. It’s that I am the oldest of four and I always get snubbed on my birthday. When I was 12 I got a 6-pack of V8 cans and a pack of watermelon bubble gum. Four months later when my brother turned 3 he got over $50 worth of toys that he was too young to play with and a party.
It has always been this way – he and my youngest brother have always had parties, big gifts, lots of hoo-hah around the day – whatever they wanted. My sister did, too. My birthday, however, always seems more of an afterthought, an aside. “It’s January 14th. What was it I needed to do today? Oh, yeah – change the Brita filter. Oh, and I think I may have given birth to someone or something … I’ll have to think about it.”
Gray tries to be sweet, but he suffers from the disease that doesn’t allow people to hold on to gifts until the speical day. He gave me two Dave Matthews CDs last Wednesday. A sweet thought to be sure … there’s just nothing to do today.
Maybe I’m just being pouty. I just always get really depressed on this day. My friends in Gboro don’t remember me, my family does but doesn’t care … oh well.
And the icing on the proverbial cake – I get to start work study today. Whee.
Art of the Day
Marc Chagall
The Birthday, 1915
Oil on canvas
I replicated this in a project in my Elements of Design class in the fall. I discovered just HOW MUCH detail there was in it. I am amazed and in awe of Mr. Chagall’s attention to detail.
I’m off to celebrate my own birthday, this coming Monday, early. Have a good weekend, all!
The New Semester Begins
Back in school and in the computer lab. Here is the schedule for this semester:
ART 140 – Intro to Printmaking – TR 1100-1345
ART 230 – Intro to Comp Graphics – TR 0800-1045
ART 427 – Native American Art History – MF 1000-1115
PHS 110 – Physical Science I – MWF 1330-1420
PSY 360 – Abnormal Psychology – MWF 1130-1220
M=Monday T=Tuesday W=Wednesday R=Thursday F=Friday
All times are military hours, civilian minutes.
I’m also doing work study again, but I’m babysitting the Art dept’s Mac lab instead of playing gopher for the Art dept secretary – a much needed promotion.
I have decided NOT to work on the school newspaper due to the Mickey Mouse politics of the editor and the pissy pay that I got last time. The position required almost 30 hours per month but only pays $200 per smester. I can get more out of my time if I devote those hours to homework, art projects or cleaning the house.
I will also try my best to actually WRITE in this blog, too. Any requests?