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Posted On: July 29th 2022, 12:45 pm
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An ode to Snell Hall.
It’s only appropriate that I post this in the wee hours of the morning. I often said that I experienced Stockholm syndrome in regards to Snell and as I sit here missing it it must be true. We went through a lot together in the years Covid didn’t take from us.
I could say blood sweat and tears happened here but (if you’re a professor don’t read this part) I experienced everything from cutting my hand open on the first day of sculpture, burning my hand on the foil stamper in the photo studio, getting electrocuted in the darkroom, setting my pants on fire in the welding room, taking a nap inside my art instillation at 7 am only to head to an 8 am, ordering pizza to the printmaking studio, running out of the printing room sobbing after being dumped over the phone…. To say I left a part of myself in that building would be putting it lightly.
I have enough pictures of me crying over printers to be a whole post in it’s entirety. To all of the late nights (and subsequently the sleep my mom lost over worrying about me getting home safe) I certainly won’t miss you. I won’t miss the hours crying over printers while trying to drown out the pain with Elton John. I’ll never forget the unique trauma bond that I share with anyone who was in Snell late at night, y’all are the real ones. (Fellow art majors drop your favorite Snell memories in the comments)
Honestly shocked I made it out alive 💕
It’s only appropriate that I post this in the wee hours of the morning. I often said that I experienced Stockholm syndrome in regards to Snell and as I sit here missing it it must be true. We went through a lot together in the years Covid didn’t take from us.
I could say blood sweat and tears happened here but (if you’re a professor don’t read this part) I experienced everything from cutting my hand open on the first day of sculpture, burning my hand on the foil stamper in the photo studio, getting electrocuted in the darkroom, setting my pants on fire in the welding room, taking a nap inside my art instillation at 7 am only to head to an 8 am, ordering pizza to the printmaking studio, running out of the printing room sobbing after being dumped over the phone…. To say I left a part of myself in that building would be putting it lightly.
I have enough pictures of me crying over printers to be a whole post in it’s entirety. To all of the late nights (and subsequently the sleep my mom lost over worrying about me getting home safe) I certainly won’t miss you. I won’t miss the hours crying over printers while trying to drown out the pain with Elton John. I’ll never forget the unique trauma bond that I share with anyone who was in Snell late at night, y’all are the real ones. (Fellow art majors drop your favorite Snell memories in the comments)
Honestly shocked I made it out alive 💕
Comments (13)
4 years agoleo_light_photography
All the time of chaos of all the students getting their project done before finals.
4 years agogravy_g
I think I spent the second most hours in any building in snell (specific to the darkroom(s)) and did it all in the last two terms of my schooling
4 years agolt.tomcruiser
I’m not an art major (although I’ve taken enough art courses in my life and worked in the “industry” for decades so I probably could be), but I had a vicarious relationship with Snell through you…push pins are one my favorite memories 📌
4 years agoethanelmore
James teaching us how to write code the night before our final website deadline
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