And I have three small-time jobs, just like that, matched with a full student schedule and (newfound) perseverance. This semester is the long haul. It is the most important semester in my college career.

My first critique is in two weeks. I have nestled down into drawing again; I am covering a large, square linoleum block. It smells and feels wonderful. I am not worried about that timeline; it will be completed with room to spare. I even know how to hang it.

Funny how my senior year of high school held similar imagery for me.