Eh, It's been a rather long day, ladies and gents. First off, I'm happy to say that after a month's work on the damn thing, I've finished sculpting my model of the Notre Dame! ... all that's left now is to bisque it, paint it, glaze it, and then firing it several more times... on second thought, I have a long ways to go.

Art was rather interesting this time around. We had a "walking" fieldtrip to one of the nearby downtown tourist attractions to take pictures for our up and coming project. We ventured into the extravagant Fremont Street, looking for tough love on the hard asphalt... But really, we were just there to take photos. In our new grand project, we are painting the photos we're taking of "old lasvegas" and are manufacturing it into playing cards. Before going about, each person chose a card randomly from the deck and had to take an interesting picture which would represent that particular card. I got the Jack of Clubs. So, we split up into our different groups, and I think I was a bit lucky. No more than 15 minutes into the trip and I had already selected either a neon-sign milkman or a guy with a baseball bat as my jack.

Course, it wasn't so easy for others to find their's as well. Mi amiga Sarah had trouble finding an 8, let alone an 8 of diamonds. But, halfway through our excursion, I noticed that the trashcans and ashtrays formed an 8 when they were placed side by side... weird. Still.... Sarah being Sarah, she also took a photo of one of the strippers in a nearby gentlemen's club who only had 8 fingers (yes, including thumbs too). I wonder what the teach will say when that photo gets developed.

The rest of the day was, more or less, uneventful... That is, until the final bell rang and everyone was getting out of the building. While walking over to the parking lot (where my dad's Odyssey fit snuggly into a nice, shady parking space) I notice Wendy stuffing something large into a trashcan. At first, I was a bit confused when I saw that it was the large banner we had been working on for the past week... So there was only one plausible conclusion: that the other candidate for vice-presidency, Shakera, had sabotoged it. I saw Wendy and how she securely taped the banner to the railing with duct tape, and when, in closer expection, I noticed that the tape had been too cleanly removed from the railing and the post to have been "knocked" down by the wind.

Now, normally, I am a civil man.... civil as an orange, yeah right. Well... at least I pride myself in proper etiquet when it comes to competitions. However... Shakera has seriously stretched my patience too thin. First, she never started this whole campaign with a simple nod or encouraging word to Wendy, and met her with a sneer. Later, when the posters for whichever office one was running for, Shakera and her "goonies" have been knocking down the competition, and once again a war brews between the performing arts and the visual/international arts. Wendy was even ridiculed for putting up a poster in the drama department's hallway. Honestly, I sincerely disagree with the sense of elite-ism I seem to be getting from these strutting, prancing blowhards. Because they (and the dance department) have the largest budgets of all the other majors in the school, they somehow have more importance than others. Really, why? This is a school for the arts, and it and it's students should be treated thus; no favoritism, no gender bias, nothing.

... It seems that I have presented myself as some... vigilante out to kill or a rebel stirring feelings of anarchy. I don't mean to... just that I've been frustrated these past couple days, and no one listens to me unless I scream and shout. Indeed, it is a foul's follie... but such is the way of politics.

... still, this is only a highschool race for the sophmore-class officers. Really, there shouldn't be this much involvement and treachery at this little of a stage.