My ass gets kicked in the face and its good for me.
Each day at 7am I wake up to the sound of tortured cats eating tortured babies with leprousy who are also standing in line for the DMV. Other than that, things are great.
I'm thinking of only taking two classes next quarter and fulfilling my third required course by going to NYC for a week at the end of the school year. It's expensive, but I win a quarter where I might get to do shit like exercise, read a book, go to church, and work on my own projects which I'm expected to do in my Imaginary Time between sleep and twilight subspace anyway. I think it would be good for me. For those of you who went to Normal People School, as I once did, yes three classes is full time - each class meets for two and a half hours each time it meets and I added up the amount of time I spent on homework recently (I think I was taking a Spark quiz in that Imaginary Time I have/create from nothingness,) and its up to 30 hours a week. No, seriously.
I love art school. Yet I still lack a purpose. I am an artist haunted by a tragic flaw: I think art is useless and stupid. It's a hindrance when things get tough and I ask myself "whats it all for?" and I don't know. I really don't doubt that I was born with this skill - then, out of complacence, let it atrophy as I got older while other people went to school earlier and practiced and competed more, so now I'm playing catchup, and it is hard. It is fairly truthful to say that I have NEVER had to work so hard at anything before, sometimes just to pass. To be average. I FIGHT for my B average here. It is a satisfying B.
It was humbling. I am nowhere near "the best". I am not a professional. People who draw technically far shittier than me have successful webcomics that pay their rent. They lack some raw skill but they have drive and dedication. They update on time and they have fans, and ad companies pay to post on their sites. Therefore, all my raw artistic power (and it can be a lot, seriously. It really can,) is unapplied and therefore far less meaningful than someone who pushes themselves like that. I realized that in coming here. I have a lot of work to do.
I acquired a best friend - Mexcian Socially Adjusted Tad. :-D He keeps me sane. Every once in a while, often rarely, you look at another human being and really have to thank God that they are there. They feel like a gift to you, personally. They're not of course, but you can appreciate them that way. You know you'd be hurt without them. If I gain nothing else besides a healthy shitton of humility and a friend or two of this caliber, then thats a 30,000 well-spent.
Oh shit, $30,000. Man, that number is big. It is like, abstractly large. I'm not even sure what it REALLY MEANS. Neither are you, I bet. Have you ever seen 30,000 of ANYTHING all at once? Bugs, maybe? Maybe.
Oh Jeebus am I gunna be late for class.
I'm thinking of only taking two classes next quarter and fulfilling my third required course by going to NYC for a week at the end of the school year. It's expensive, but I win a quarter where I might get to do shit like exercise, read a book, go to church, and work on my own projects which I'm expected to do in my Imaginary Time between sleep and twilight subspace anyway. I think it would be good for me. For those of you who went to Normal People School, as I once did, yes three classes is full time - each class meets for two and a half hours each time it meets and I added up the amount of time I spent on homework recently (I think I was taking a Spark quiz in that Imaginary Time I have/create from nothingness,) and its up to 30 hours a week. No, seriously.
I love art school. Yet I still lack a purpose. I am an artist haunted by a tragic flaw: I think art is useless and stupid. It's a hindrance when things get tough and I ask myself "whats it all for?" and I don't know. I really don't doubt that I was born with this skill - then, out of complacence, let it atrophy as I got older while other people went to school earlier and practiced and competed more, so now I'm playing catchup, and it is hard. It is fairly truthful to say that I have NEVER had to work so hard at anything before, sometimes just to pass. To be average. I FIGHT for my B average here. It is a satisfying B.
It was humbling. I am nowhere near "the best". I am not a professional. People who draw technically far shittier than me have successful webcomics that pay their rent. They lack some raw skill but they have drive and dedication. They update on time and they have fans, and ad companies pay to post on their sites. Therefore, all my raw artistic power (and it can be a lot, seriously. It really can,) is unapplied and therefore far less meaningful than someone who pushes themselves like that. I realized that in coming here. I have a lot of work to do.
I acquired a best friend - Mexcian Socially Adjusted Tad. :-D He keeps me sane. Every once in a while, often rarely, you look at another human being and really have to thank God that they are there. They feel like a gift to you, personally. They're not of course, but you can appreciate them that way. You know you'd be hurt without them. If I gain nothing else besides a healthy shitton of humility and a friend or two of this caliber, then thats a 30,000 well-spent.
Oh shit, $30,000. Man, that number is big. It is like, abstractly large. I'm not even sure what it REALLY MEANS. Neither are you, I bet. Have you ever seen 30,000 of ANYTHING all at once? Bugs, maybe? Maybe.
Oh Jeebus am I gunna be late for class.