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Mar 02, 2009 22:54

Okay-- I know I just said I was going to go to bed, but I have a tiny rant in me that I keep pushing back inside but needs to get out eventually, and I feel it trying to poke through.
Yes, it's the Why Didn't I Apply To Art School rant.
But now I am actually feeling sleepy, so I'm going to summarize it!

Why I Didn't Apply To Art School:

-I shouldn't limit myself in terms of areas of study
-I am interested in lots of things besides art
-I'm not really one of those ohmanartismyliiiiife people
-I may not have the backbone/stamina for it
-I may not enjoy the bootcampyness of it
-I might miss my non-art studies
-My parents want me to keep my options open
-My parents don't see it as my main direction
-My parents don't think I'd necessarily enjoy it
-My parents don't think I'd necessarily survive it
-My parents don't think I'd necessarily get into art school
-"There's always graduate school"

Why I Perhaps Should Have Applied To Art School:

-To know I could get into one (because I do believe I could get into one)
-If I do get into one, then I can transfer to it easy if I end up wanting to
-I get the feeling that I was meant to do art for the rest of my life, and I enjoy it and get so much out of it constantly
-I want whatever I do as an adult (career-wise) to involve art somehow
-Ideally I want whatever I do as an adult to be very art-focused
-Art gives me a sense of my own purpose more than any other study or practice
-I secretly feel super driven to do art for the rest of my life, like my mind is totally set on it. My sister knew what her mind was set on and was encouraged to go for it in full. Why not me?
-Even though there's the whole "well, there's always grad school for that" point, I would be behind in grad school doing art, not having gone to art school like so many other students
-Maybe I would survive it and enjoy it
-Sometimes I crave the art bootcamp challenge

Conclusion: There is none. But I'm not going to art school next year. And that's okay. I'll be happy wherever I go. But this will keep haunting me for a while. 
The end!

art, life, parents, college

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