I LOVE artschool. I HATE being a student. With lots of "Fucks!"
Quite a conundrum, isn't it?
See, I LOVE the challenge of art school. I love my classes, my assignments, my fellow student body, my instructors, even the whole challenge of the thing.
What I don't like is being poor. Dirt poor. I'm living off of my credit card right now. I'm patiently waiting for my check for my student loan, but it'll probably be less than $1000 on my end to live off of for 6 months. When I need at least $1600 to pay for things like, you know...rent...food... supplies. My credit card was raised to $1500 a few weeks ago which frankly has saved my life. Since now I'm almost $1200 in debt on it... the $700+ from moving when Ryan and I broke up set me back a lot in that I started out in debt (though I did pay off about $250 or so of that before I started living off of it, some of that was from you guys). But just in the last few days between gas for my car, and supplies for school, I know I've spent over $400. WTF!?!?
I worked it out, and between my 4 classes (20 hours spent in class) I have 60 hours of homework equaling a whomping 80-hour workweek. That's working 4 11-hour days and 3 12-hour days. It feels like it. So it's not like I can easily find/work a part time job considering I go to school 5 days a week and spend most of my weekends at the school doing my damn homework.
I'm tired of charity. I'm tired of having no money. I'm tired of no savings. I'm tired of no medical insurance. I had a huge pain in my gut for several weeks. I went to the free clinic to get myself checked out the day they have the ultrasound machine (I did research!) and luckily found out I only had a kidney stone to pass rather than an agrivated appendix or like cancer or something. Aside from "here's a new diet for you to prevent this in the future and take vitamins" the doctor had very little he could do to help me with the pain since I couldn't afford the $50 for the pain pills. "It's only $50 for the bottle. It's cheaper here [at the free clinic], and you're turning them down for what reason?" He asked me cockily. "Because I don't have the damn $50, that's why I'm at the fucking free clinic!"
So for the past 6 weeks, my gut had been killing me. Crawling up into a fetal position with a heating pad and moaning was about the only thing I could do to help the pain... So I did. And I passed the damn stone 3 days ago. DAMMIT that hurt.
For want of a birth-date in another age where patrons are kings and artists are taken care of by them, this artist could be lost.
Fucking consumeristic shallow society with their "rules" and unrealistic expectations put upon it's members by the top-rung shallow consumeristic fuckheads who only pay 1% on their taxes rather than the 30% us low-rungers pay. Fuck you, society. May you rot and wither and die and be rebirthed as something far more realistic for it's appreciation of creative minds and creative types.
Where's my Medicis? My Popes? My rich friends who throw money at the problem of me and let me play? You guys bailed me out twice already in the last 6 months, so NO. I'm not asking for money, nor will I accept it from you. I can't sit on the edge of the shore and wait for fish from you guys doing the work... I need to learn to fish for myself. I just don't know where to start. Though I do consider all of you who have donated to be my Patrons, it's not fair to you to keep baling me out of the hole I'm slowly sinking in when I can't repay you with the artwork the artists of old paid their Patrons.
I work damn hard. And it's like I'm always playing catch up. A perpetual catchup/fuckup. That's me.
-glych
The po' Art Student who's so po' she had to sell the 'or to buy food.
See, I LOVE the challenge of art school. I love my classes, my assignments, my fellow student body, my instructors, even the whole challenge of the thing.
What I don't like is being poor. Dirt poor. I'm living off of my credit card right now. I'm patiently waiting for my check for my student loan, but it'll probably be less than $1000 on my end to live off of for 6 months. When I need at least $1600 to pay for things like, you know...rent...food... supplies. My credit card was raised to $1500 a few weeks ago which frankly has saved my life. Since now I'm almost $1200 in debt on it... the $700+ from moving when Ryan and I broke up set me back a lot in that I started out in debt (though I did pay off about $250 or so of that before I started living off of it, some of that was from you guys). But just in the last few days between gas for my car, and supplies for school, I know I've spent over $400. WTF!?!?
I worked it out, and between my 4 classes (20 hours spent in class) I have 60 hours of homework equaling a whomping 80-hour workweek. That's working 4 11-hour days and 3 12-hour days. It feels like it. So it's not like I can easily find/work a part time job considering I go to school 5 days a week and spend most of my weekends at the school doing my damn homework.
I'm tired of charity. I'm tired of having no money. I'm tired of no savings. I'm tired of no medical insurance. I had a huge pain in my gut for several weeks. I went to the free clinic to get myself checked out the day they have the ultrasound machine (I did research!) and luckily found out I only had a kidney stone to pass rather than an agrivated appendix or like cancer or something. Aside from "here's a new diet for you to prevent this in the future and take vitamins" the doctor had very little he could do to help me with the pain since I couldn't afford the $50 for the pain pills. "It's only $50 for the bottle. It's cheaper here [at the free clinic], and you're turning them down for what reason?" He asked me cockily. "Because I don't have the damn $50, that's why I'm at the fucking free clinic!"
So for the past 6 weeks, my gut had been killing me. Crawling up into a fetal position with a heating pad and moaning was about the only thing I could do to help the pain... So I did. And I passed the damn stone 3 days ago. DAMMIT that hurt.
For want of a birth-date in another age where patrons are kings and artists are taken care of by them, this artist could be lost.
Fucking consumeristic shallow society with their "rules" and unrealistic expectations put upon it's members by the top-rung shallow consumeristic fuckheads who only pay 1% on their taxes rather than the 30% us low-rungers pay. Fuck you, society. May you rot and wither and die and be rebirthed as something far more realistic for it's appreciation of creative minds and creative types.
Where's my Medicis? My Popes? My rich friends who throw money at the problem of me and let me play? You guys bailed me out twice already in the last 6 months, so NO. I'm not asking for money, nor will I accept it from you. I can't sit on the edge of the shore and wait for fish from you guys doing the work... I need to learn to fish for myself. I just don't know where to start. Though I do consider all of you who have donated to be my Patrons, it's not fair to you to keep baling me out of the hole I'm slowly sinking in when I can't repay you with the artwork the artists of old paid their Patrons.
I work damn hard. And it's like I'm always playing catch up. A perpetual catchup/fuckup. That's me.
-glych
The po' Art Student who's so po' she had to sell the 'or to buy food.