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i feel like school is a safety net for artists and once you graduate,
they pull it out from beneath your feet and then you have to struggle to survive.
at least that's what it appears like from talking to a bunch of my graaduated sva-pals.
the fine arts building is a mess.
no order, and a lot of lost freshmen that look like they just got off the high schoolbus.
sometimes i wish i were in the cottage.
they pull it out from beneath your feet and then you have to struggle to survive.
at least that's what it appears like from talking to a bunch of my graaduated sva-pals.
the fine arts building is a mess.
no order, and a lot of lost freshmen that look like they just got off the high schoolbus.
sometimes i wish i were in the cottage.