For some odd reason, my 20th Century Art Class was just
incredibly boring today. It might not have been the class, so much as the fact that I've only had 6 hours of sleep in the past 2 days, but I was tired to the point of having blurred vision and practically falling out of my chair.
We were looking at
Carnival of Harlequin by Joan Miró:
and I barely even remember doing it, but I raised my hand for some reason right as the professor was about to stop taking questions/comments and move on, after being silent all class, and just said the first thing to come to mind, which was:
Yeah...I think it's crucial that like...maybe it...okay, I think it's important to note that this is taking place inside...you know...not outside...maybe its a comment about technology...society maybe?...which you could see if you looked out the window...the paintings window...*cricket cricket*...yeah, that's all.
Apparently, it must have been as bad as I thought, because I looked over at my friends and their eyes were either popped open as wide as possible, or they were doing their best to hold back crazy laughter.
The professor did the best to salvage my nonsensical ramblings into some type of meaningful observation, but that was like fuel to the fire of my friends laughter. The sad part is that my comments are usually pretty good and I'm usually one of the better students in the class. My rep (what little I had) has just been dashed against the rocks.
...
Remind me to never think out loud again. Geez.