Hey, you know how yesterday’s blog post was all about how I had to hang out in the art room super late at night in order to do my pictures?
Yeah, well, that ended up being a regrettable decision the next morning. I was up so late, I ended up totally crashing when I finally made it home. I was so exhausted that I forgot to set an alarm for myself, and none of the usual backups that might wake me up in the case of an alarm failure – like my roommates getting up, the construction going on in the next building – worked wither because I was so knocked.
Ironically, the class I ended up missing that morning was the one I was up so late working for in the first place – Drawing, I woke up at 11:30, and class began at 10:30, so it really wasn’t worth it to walk into studio an hour late.
Instead, I cut my losses. I emailed my professor, asking her what I missed, made myself some coffee, and spent a relaxing morning getting ready for my 12:50 class. What was done was done, you know? Obviously, I understood that I had made a mistake and I shouldn’t let it happen again, but no reason to feel badly about it all day when there was nothing more I could do.
Thankfully, my professor was super chill about it. I didn’t tell her that I overslept, but she didn’t ask any questions and just told me I could do a small group makeup critique with some other students that missed class that Friday.
Friday was also, interestingly Chinese New Year, so maybe I was just blessed with some good luck there by my ancestors.
I mentioned this in the Saturday Musings + Coffee post I did the day after, but I was kind of disappointed with the lack of Chinese New Year programming at my school, even within the Asian American Association or similar cultural groups. Obviously, I don’t expect the whole school to celebrate – in fact, as it was a Friday during Lenten season, there wasn’t even any Kung Pao chicken in the dining hall like usual – but I thought maybe there’d be something.
I’m exaggerating a little – I believe there was some kind of cultural performing arts show the Thursday before, but that cost money to get into and I don’t have that, and then on Sunday, there was a very small event in the student center ballroom with some egg rolls and fried rice. Better than nothing, of course, but I definitely felt that my school that celebrated something as seemingly minor as the Feast of St. Francis with animal-shaped cookies could have had a little more going on for such an important Asian holiday.
To make myself feel better about not getting to celebrate CNY, I wore this oriental-inspired skirt I got back in London as well as my Chinese dragon ring. It’s no qipao, but it’s something, right?
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Skirt: River Island