At the Mulvane

The following is a conversation between Kandi, the Art Lab Coordinator at the Mulvane and a group of kids who came in this morning for a tour. The last part was Kandi trying to get the kids to guess her name.

"My name is your favorite thing to eat, sometimes it's kind of sweet, and I bet you'll get it when you trick-or-treat!"
-Kandi

"Candy! Candy!"
-Most of the kids

"...Cheese??"
-One extraordinary girl

Today at work:

1.  My face was literally squished between a table and a wall... it was a tough situation to get out of.

2.  A mouse ran right by my feet as I turned the corner.

FYI:  Stripping off old wallpaper border SUCKS!  Bleh.  I just want to get to the painting part!

Questions

I will be graduating in less than a year now, and I have no idea what will happen after that.  While it's kind of exciting to have so many possibilities before me, not knowing where I will be or what I will possibly be doing, it's also quite frightening.  There's such a pressure to have a plan, to just know, to have your life figured out and at twenty-two, it's quite the pressure.  I'm scared to grow up, to do this all alone.  

Even though I am just on the cusp of graduating, or should be, I am doubting my choice of major.  What can I possibly do with an Art History degree without pursuing a Master's?  Museums will not even look at applications if no higher education is noted.  Is this really what I want to do?  Lately, I've been rethinking an English major... maybe I will pursue this after I graduate from Washburn with my B.A. in Art History.  I think teaching English at a high school level might be something I would like to do...  Who knows??

I don't have it all figured out, or even a little bit-- the only thing I am sure of is that my Lord will be leading me wherever I go or whatever situation I am in.  It doesn't really matter what kind of job I have or that I even have a career... that's really not what I want most at all.  I don't consider myself a person with lofty career aspirations... I would just like to be able to move out of my parent's house after graduating and be able to support myself!  

The future is so uncertain... but it's too much to figure out in one night.  I'm going to bed.

On the book list

I went to the library earlier today, intent on finding some good summer reads.  I came back with the following:

1.  The Neverending Story 

2.  Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

3.  To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

4.  A Severe Mercy by Sheldon Vanauken (excited about this one, it's been a few years since I first read it in California)

5.  Inca Land: Explorations in the Highlands of Peru 

6.  Between the Lines (about the Nazca lines in Peru) 

7.  Machu Picchu: Unveiling the Mystery of the Incas  

So Mob right now

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..."

This is a quote by Jack Kerouac, where the title of my blog comes from and I love it! It comes from his book, On the Road, and while I couldn't really get into it, I still adore the quote.  

I want to do a thousand things and see the world and have grand adventures and really live. I want to stand on top of a building just to capture the perfect photo. I want to become better at painting and with my art in general. I want to climb mountains. I want to cross bridges, discovering what's on the other side. I want to meet new and interesting people. I don't just want to settle for the mundane or settle at all. I want to venture. I want to dare.

I once asked a friend upon their hesitation to enter into one of the biggest adventures in my Topeka life: "The question you have to ask yourself is:  Are you one of the mad ones?"  Adventure inevitably occurred.  

mad- frantic, rabid, raving, to talk wildly, enthusiastic.