The trials (only! - tribulation-free since 2011) of a medical student, often in poorly-drawn art form. The 'student doctor' crowd may be able to commiserate; I expect the rest to gain some insight into why the kid in the short white jacket who is 'not quite their doctor' looks so tired.
Updates for Monday and Friday, as possible.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Incremental Improvements
I am not what you would call 'good' at art. But I try, because it's fun to do. Furthermore, I don't see it as an entirely useless skill. Sometimes, for example, I would like to be able to draw a thing in which a thing goes behind another thing without the whole thing getting all befuddled and criss-crossy. That's the goal, anyway.
At some point, it must have been cool to say that oneself is terrible at drawing. I suspect this happens at about the same time that we all start saying that we are horrible procrastinators. Get some original weaknesses people. Just once, I'd like to hear someone say that they are terrible at hygiene and that their biggest weakness is heroin.
And then I would get farther away from that person.
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