The joys of school are boundless

I skived off costume design on Wed. I'm not even sure why...my feet just wouldn't go the right direction. It was wierd, I mean, logically the mind is in control of the body, but my subconcious must have taken over or something. I was fiercely telling myself how stupid I was being and that I'd regret it later, but I suppose the part of myself that passionately hates working with profs around came to the foreground and wouldn't let me go to class. It's also partly that I'm uncomfortable doing art around non-art people; I feel as if I have to be brilliant or else because I'm an art major. I guess I put a lot of unnecessary pressure on myself, but the fact remains, doing art in that context makes me deeply uncomfortable. Going to costume design on a drawing day does make me really nervous. Which is silly.
 Especially considering:

We got our first grades back in figure painting yesterday, we had turned in four 20-30 minute paintings (two in-class, two homeworks). I got 98. That's an A! From Ed!  I'm almost 99% sure I got the best grade in the class...and when mostly everyone is juniors (with a fourth year and another sophomore) that makes me feels really good about...things. We've been doing hour long paintings this past week or so...will be turning in several on Tue. It's SOOO fun!!!!!!!! And I adore using the blue or green light on the shadow side...it just *punches* everything with color. 

And I'm this close *pinches fingers together* to finishing my 1920 dress. But my last machine needle just snapped, and even though I was able to sew the zipper in by hand, I don't want to do the shoulder straps by hand too...and my Mom is using her machine right now.