Haw! Now I know what not to do when I turn 21 in four years.
Speaking of which, in one of last month's posts, I told you about how I started my senior year, so I just felt like I needed to tell you how it's been going. It's been really difficult, even for an A/B student like me, with many, many sleepless nights. It's a miracle I'm still passing all of my classes at this point as I got my progress reports today, though they haven't been all As and Bs (still have about a 3.4 or 3.5 GPA, so it's not too bad or too late to do anything about it). Still not sure where I'm going to college, but I was thinking about SCAD, which is one of the major art schools here in Atlanta. Wanted to go to Cal Arts or Pratt, but those schools are too expensive and far away for my parents to pay for. I'm still keeping what you told me earlier this year in mind about how I might only get as much out of art school as I put it in and vice versa.
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Been there, done that, got the mesh-face.
You'd be even more hungover if you slept on top of a water silo.
Haw! Now I know what not to do when I turn 21 in four years.
Speaking of which, in one of last month's posts, I told you about how I started my senior year, so I just felt like I needed to tell you how it's been going. It's been really difficult, even for an A/B student like me, with many, many sleepless nights. It's a miracle I'm still passing all of my classes at this point as I got my progress reports today, though they haven't been all As and Bs (still have about a 3.4 or 3.5 GPA, so it's not too bad or too late to do anything about it). Still not sure where I'm going to college, but I was thinking about SCAD, which is one of the major art schools here in Atlanta. Wanted to go to Cal Arts or Pratt, but those schools are too expensive and far away for my parents to pay for. I'm still keeping what you told me earlier this year in mind about how I might only get as much out of art school as I put it in and vice versa.
Ouch JW.
Steven, have you slept on top of a water silo?
It only hurts when I laugh. Or, when the hangover passes.
I never have, Vincent, but I can imagine it being cold, uncomfortable, and suicidal.
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