This week was extremely hectic for me.  Monday and Tuesday I had classes, two each day.  But yesterday (Wednesday) was my long day.  I had 3 classes, and one of them is an almost 3 hour class.  I had missed so much classwork already (2 weeks of hospitalization in mid-September), so catching up was kind of tough.  I think I have everything under control, but something keeps on buzzing inside of me that I still have a lot to catch up on.  I kind of feel like I’m trying to balance myself on a thin rope that’s hanging from two skyscrapers, and one wrong move will cause me to fall down, down.  Splat.  But I’m trying to keep calm.  I think that’s the best possible thing I can do.  It’s not productive to be such a worry wart all the time.

So, yesterday, I woke up extra early to finish up my English paper.  Then I rushed to school (using the bus — **sighs**.. I wish I knew how to drive, but I’m too scared.  I have my permit but haven’t taken the actual road test.  Too afraid!).  Then I attended my English class (which was when I handed my paper in).  Then without any rest I rushed to my Woman’s Studies class.  Then I had a one hour break, but rushed to the library to finish up and print out my Art History paper (which was due in an hour!).  Then I rushed to my Art History class and then when I finally took a seat, I had to catch my breath with extreme concentration.  Even though my art class is a 3 hour class late in the evening, I don’t mind at all.  My professor is awesome!  And plus, the class is very interesting.  I learn something new each week, and the professor presents the lectures in such a way that you just want to keep on listening even after the class is over for the day.

Oh, yes!  Remember my previous post about how I was talking about the piece of artwork that I felt so attached to during my visit to The Noguchi Museum?  The name of the artwork is “Death”… and here’s a photo that I took of it:

This piece seemed to have so much meaning for me.  It was done in 1934.  I wasn’t able to find out who exactly did this piece (I wish I knew).  But whoever was able to carve out such a beautiful work of art was able to convey the deepest and saddest emotions a human may feel inside (hopelessness, melancholy, alienation, distress, detachment, feeling withdrawn).  And yet, even though the figure in “Death” may have felt all this negativity inside that caused him to give into his weakness, he still had some strength left.  He probably realized a little too late about how life is so undeniably important and sacred, and is therefore fighting to keep himself from suffocating to death.  If one looks at how is body is positioned, they can tell immediately that he’s struggling to get himself out of the situation that he’s in.  He’s a fighter, and he’s trying to do everything he can to keep himself from expiring.  If he gets a second chance, I’m sure he will be forever grateful for the value that life possesses, and will start giving himself the respect he deserves.

That’s just my interpretation of “Death.”  I hope it makes at least a bit of sense.