Welp. Finals are finally over for this term. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The term wasn't necessarily harder than any of the previous ones. In fact, this term pushed me to a point of discovery: I now know my career goals and what I want to do for the rest of my life.
Nope. I just got me some hardcore seasonal affective disorder.
Not to mention all of my classes were computer classes.
No drawing classes and no going outside, two negatives that add to Camille going CRAZY.
But whatever. It's over now. I can draw! I can go outside!
And I finished my big sketchbook yesterday!
Some dude with a weird back-o-da-head
Drawn during FINALS RAGE
A shape exercise. I need to do more of these.