over and out
School has left me flabbergasted(?) once again. The more I learn, the less I know. I never feel more unsure of myself than when I have 50+ people disagreeing with me and no support. Art History is killing me slowly, in a sad, discouraging way. I can spew out facts and dates with the best of them, but I cannot find the words to form opinions without profanities or stumbling uncertainities. I do not think what they think is important is actually important, and vice-versa. And I when I talk, I use even worse run-on bumbling sentences than the ones I write. Broken fragments of ideas that never quite explain things right. I don't know what art is, I truly don't. And I am amazed that all these people seem to know EXACTLY what it is. I missed something somewhere I think. I never got that "This is LIFE", and "This is ART" set in me. I missed that chapter I guess.