I Can Do Hard Things

So one of my classes has been really difficult this semester. It's a prerequisite to applying to the photography program, but it's a design class that is mainly drawing. Let's just say I don't feel very adequate in that respect, especially because I'm in a class surrounded with pre-illustration, pre-graphic design, and pre-animation majors. I'm a pre-photography major. With no drawing skills. And sorry everyone, saying "you're so good, stop not giving yourself any credit... etc." doesn't really help (I know, it's sweet and well intentioned—it just doesn't make a difference when you [or maybe just I] feel inadequate.)

Anyway the point is that this class really difficult for me, not to mention that it's back to back with another class and gets out late at night. I dread it all week long. Also, it's held when my ward has ward prayer, which means I will never get to go. I'm not sure why I'm so bummed about this, but I am.

And then I realized something hilarious / slightly ridiculous.

Apparently I have really bad luck when it comes to Thursday night art classes. My senior year, I wanted to do everything I could to prepare for BYU's photography program, so I gave up taking AP psych (it's okay, I still took normal psych and loved it) and jumped through a lot of hoops to enroll in a photography class at the local college. I think I've finally recovered enough to find it (mostly) laughable now, but that was also really difficult for me for a bunch of reasons. I remember I would take a photo of these weird plants by the door to the building every week before I went in for class. Therapy.

So now whenever I see it, I associate this photo with Sister Dalton's phrase "I can do hard things."

So I guess the same goes for these late night shots at the HFAC. I can do hard things.

Although next semester, I'm going to avoid taking Thursday night art classes if at all possible. 

Let's not repeat history a third time.