My new goal.

I'm going to try and blog everyday starting now! I have no idea what I'll talk about, life I spose, random thoughts, whatever comes to mind.

So starting now, this is truly The Life of Jenny....welcome to my world. Watch your step.

A tree Grows in Brooklyn

"She looked down into the yard. The tree whose leaf umbrellas had curled around, under and over her fire escape had been cut down because the the housewives complained that wash on the lines got entangled in its branches. The landlord had sent two men and they had chopped it down.

But the tree hadn't died...it hadn't died.

A new tree had grown from the stump and its trunk had grown along the ground until it reached a place where there were no wash lines above it. Then it had started to grow toward the sky again.

Annie, the fir tree, that the Nolans had cherished with waterings and manurings, had long since sickened and died. But this tree in the yard--this tree men chopped down...this tree that they build a bonfire around, trying to burn up its stump--the tree lived!

It lived! And nothing could destroy it.

Once more she looked at Florry Wendy reading on the fire escape.

'Goodbye, Francie' she whispered.

She closed the window."

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

"And the child, Francie Nolan, was of all the Rommelys and all the Nolans. She had the violent weaknesses and passion for beauty of the shanty Nolans. She was a mosaic of her grandmother Rommely's mysticism, her tale-telling, her great belief in everything and her compassion for the weak ones. She had a lot of her grandfather Rommely's cruel will. She had some of Aunt Evy's talent for mimicking, some of Ruthie Nolan's possessiveness. She had Aunt Sissy's love for life and her love for children. She had Johnny's sentimentality without his good looks. She had all of Katie's soft ways and only half of the invisible steel of Katie. She was made up of all these good and bad things.

She was made up of more too. She was the books she read in the library. She was the flower in the brown bowl. Part of her life was made from the tree growing rankly in the yard. She was the bitter quarrels she had with brother whom she loved dearly. She was Katie's secret, despairing weeping. She was the shame of her father staggering home drunk.

She was all of these things and of something more that did not come from the Rommelys nor the Nolans, the reading, observing, the living from day to day. It was something that had been born into her and her only--the something different from anyone else in the two families. It was God or whatever is His equivalent puts into each soul that is given life--the one different thing such as that which makes no two fingerprints on the face of the earth alike. "

school...

I'm getting into the swing of school it feels like and yet our semester is like half over already! I'll actually be really quite happy when these classes are done, my drafting class is kinda annoying because I've know everything already and my prof is really anal so therefore I get annoyed because I've never been one of the those super detail oriented anal designers. I'm more worried about the big picture and the fuctionality of the space not how the one tiny line that is just perfectly drafted. I think amazingly I'll be happy to start CAD again next semester! Who knew I'd ever actually rather do CAD than hand drafting?? I used to HATE it with a PASSION!! But now it's like second nature to me since I'm doing it everyday at work. 

My drawing class is ok, I know why we need to take it but I think our prof is just a drawing a prof and not an architectural drawing prof so he made us draw people for a while and I was like um wtf mate? I'm not a figure drawer! Just teach me how to draw a room and we're good. Hopefully my next classes will be a bit better! I'm just over these ones already. But I'm happy to finally be in school and heading in the direction I want to be. 

I still have no idea where this will lead thought. We'll see. I keep thinking more and more about universal design. I have no idea how you get into that area of interior design, or even if you can, but I think I would really love to specialize in that. For those of you who don't know UD is designing spaces basically so that everyone can use it, average people, people using wheel chairs, people with other disabilities, super tall people, super short people. I just think its such a cool area of design. I loved that class in my undergrad, because I think spaces should be accessible to everyone, not just the average person. Sorry, that was my rant about that. :) 

Well that was all really. I didn't have much to write about, just thought I'd update about school. It's so cool to look back and see how God brought me to this school. He didn't make Sydney work out, I never got into the other schools I applied to, I moved down here and got a great job with a designer, Ashlee found this school and at the last minute I was like why not what the heck I'll apply and bam. Its just so crazy. So I keep telling myself, even though wasn't the exact degree I thought I wanted God is making it happen for a reason, so I'm just going along and waiting to see what He makes happens with it. Ok that's all. Good night.