gigamatic

yesterday, we got our estimates, made our counteroffer, and got our counteroffer denied... all before mid-afternoon.

then, i went to class and had to evaluate aforementioned teenage dimwit's artist interview paper. oh, was it bad. how bad? i'm still thinking of how to describe it. keep in mind this is a junior level writing class, and now think back to a paper you might have written in 4th grade. yeah, that bad. Lots of "I"s and "me"s and repeated use of the name of the artist as "Mr. Jones". The worst was the conversational tone of the paper. I kept expecting the word "like" to appear, like everywhere, y'know? Needless to say, I gave her a 2/4 on just about everything. She was even missing over half the paper's criteria. It was oh so bad, and at first, it felt really good to be mean, and then I realized she's a freshman, and she really, apparently, had no idea how to write an age-appropriate paper.

Meanwhile, our professor, Lyn, praised me on actually interviewing a known artist. Seems that most everyone just interviewed their friends who were in art class, or their high school art teacher, or a professor they had at OSU. (No offense to art teachers! This means you, Mr. Henderly.)

The good thing is, I get to do a presentation about Leni, whose work I love, and appreciate even more now, after interviewing him. (Hooray for Leni!)

Oh, and back to the house news. When I got home from class, around 8:15, we still were moping about our counteroffer being declined. But then, out of the blue, around 8:30 Bonnie called to say they changed their minds, they agreed to all our terms, as long as they could take their water softener. And there was much rejoicing, with a white Russian at Mac's, some Italian wine at Pam and Paul's, and a hangover this morning.

Today, however, is the day that we arrange financing... and find out our move date. Woohoo!