more of Sarah's journey in the college process
Today. Was. Awful.
I went to Lincoln Park High School to get my records from freshman and sophomore year. Wow, do I ever feel fantastic for deciding to leave the Chicago Public School system and slam the door behind me. It took them two. And a half. Hours. To find a few papers and put them in an envelope. (This probably shouldn't surprise me, considering it took them the better part of two years to realize that I wasn't even there anymore, despite my father's monthly calls after receiving truancy reports in the mail. They even scheduled me for classes and everything.) Just like when I was there as a student, I was passed off from person to person, kept becoming "somebody else's problem." Then the questions started.
"So, where are you now?"
"I decided to do home schooling."
"Oh. Home schooling. So what do you do all day?"
Sigh. "Well, art is my main focus."
"So you just...draw all day?"
"Er...pretty much."
"So what exactly will you do when you go to college?"
"..........Draw all day..."
When it was all done with it was 3:30, and there was no way that I would make it to Gallery before 4:00. So I headed home. On the way home I was pulled by a strong impulse that for now I will call Divine Intervention to the L'Ocitaine En Provance store. It's a very very uppy-yuppy-chic smell and soap place. I spent the better part of an hour trying every single sample, and then I bought the cheapest thing there: a tiny pot of solid perfume. I asked them to giftwrap it. Oh yes. Yes, I did. Mmmhmm. You know.
I went to Lincoln Park High School to get my records from freshman and sophomore year. Wow, do I ever feel fantastic for deciding to leave the Chicago Public School system and slam the door behind me. It took them two. And a half. Hours. To find a few papers and put them in an envelope. (This probably shouldn't surprise me, considering it took them the better part of two years to realize that I wasn't even there anymore, despite my father's monthly calls after receiving truancy reports in the mail. They even scheduled me for classes and everything.) Just like when I was there as a student, I was passed off from person to person, kept becoming "somebody else's problem." Then the questions started.
"So, where are you now?"
"I decided to do home schooling."
"Oh. Home schooling. So what do you do all day?"
Sigh. "Well, art is my main focus."
"So you just...draw all day?"
"Er...pretty much."
"So what exactly will you do when you go to college?"
"..........Draw all day..."
When it was all done with it was 3:30, and there was no way that I would make it to Gallery before 4:00. So I headed home. On the way home I was pulled by a strong impulse that for now I will call Divine Intervention to the L'Ocitaine En Provance store. It's a very very uppy-yuppy-chic smell and soap place. I spent the better part of an hour trying every single sample, and then I bought the cheapest thing there: a tiny pot of solid perfume. I asked them to giftwrap it. Oh yes. Yes, I did. Mmmhmm. You know.