A portrait of dysfunction...
Yeah, so today was family picture day. Whoopity-dee! So, I get dressed in the most uncomfortable clothes I can find, and then wait with a group of people I am uncomfortable with, to finally be positioned in the most accurate, uncomfortable depiction of an Escher I have ever seen. Fun. So, that is over in a mere 2 hours, and we go to look at the digital representations of our physical selves, to see what reproductions we want. The man was a good sales man, that was obvious, but the way Jeff went on about him you would think that the man took a shit and sold it for a profit. An inane question was asked, "How old is your son?" "21," Jeff replied. "Oh, so he's in college?" "No, I have been trying to get him to go, but he just won't."
HOLY SHIT!
Go read that last sentence again to make sure it's clear, and then I will relate the story of why I am not a digital animation major in Tampa right now. Ready? Ok.
It all started right after high school graduation. I sent all my shiz into IADT (International Academy of Design and Technology) in Tampa. I went through the trouble of making this massive portfolio complete with Computer Animation and stills of CGI that I had worked on in school. I got accepted, no problem. I had high hopes, and my "recruiter" was with me 100%. I put in the money to reserve seats and all other entry to college things (around $300) and Jeff agreed that he would co-sign my student loans. You'll notice I said, "co-sign". He wasn't paying for a goddamned thing, just lending me some of his credit. Well, the big day came to head down to tampa, and then Jeff pulled me aside and told me that he wouldn't co-sign after all. That if I didn't have enough credit I wouldn't be able to get in. Yeah, some 18 year old kid straight out of highschool with no previous credit activity is gonna have enough credit for a 30k college loan. Yeah. So, needless to say, I didn't get in, because I didn't have the money.
Now, as you can see, something in Jeff's mind is allowing him to think that he did everything he could to get me in college, and I was the slacker. Fuck him. I'm so tired of his shit. I think that I might kill him.
Diablo
HOLY SHIT!
Go read that last sentence again to make sure it's clear, and then I will relate the story of why I am not a digital animation major in Tampa right now. Ready? Ok.
It all started right after high school graduation. I sent all my shiz into IADT (International Academy of Design and Technology) in Tampa. I went through the trouble of making this massive portfolio complete with Computer Animation and stills of CGI that I had worked on in school. I got accepted, no problem. I had high hopes, and my "recruiter" was with me 100%. I put in the money to reserve seats and all other entry to college things (around $300) and Jeff agreed that he would co-sign my student loans. You'll notice I said, "co-sign". He wasn't paying for a goddamned thing, just lending me some of his credit. Well, the big day came to head down to tampa, and then Jeff pulled me aside and told me that he wouldn't co-sign after all. That if I didn't have enough credit I wouldn't be able to get in. Yeah, some 18 year old kid straight out of highschool with no previous credit activity is gonna have enough credit for a 30k college loan. Yeah. So, needless to say, I didn't get in, because I didn't have the money.
Now, as you can see, something in Jeff's mind is allowing him to think that he did everything he could to get me in college, and I was the slacker. Fuck him. I'm so tired of his shit. I think that I might kill him.
Diablo