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LIFE! Savannah has it. Kenneth Ferris Michigan Jersey I am so very excited to be down here and with Internet. (Finally.) You’d think a fancy art school would be able to keep up with college-wide web access. And plenty of other things… but I don’t feel like complaining. I’m happy to be here.
Today was my first day of class:
11 AM – 1:30 Art History
5 PM – 7:30 Drawing II
I ate all my meals. Plus ice cream. Soooo much less stress than moving in. Carter Colquitt Jersey Everything is manageable. Looks it, anyway. Jaylen Reed Penn State Jersey The buses, the professors, the “exams.” Sure, I won’t be saying that later when I have actual projects to be working on. Those two plus my 2D Design class tomorrow are going to KILL me. Nikhai Hill-Green Jersey Reading + labor = death. But. Quincy Adeboyejo Jersey Nate Marshall Michigan Jersey That is not my concern right now. And I would like to actually say something with this blog entry.
My main concern is me, and it is two-fold.
1) Peoples. I want peoples. It is only the first day, but I want friends. Eric Glover-Williams Jersey They’re out there somewhere – the passionate, mature ones. I just have to find them.
2) Confidence. Being at the country’s top art school is kinda nerve-wracking. Cole Anthony Jersey I am rather competitive in nature, and while I recognize that there will always be those who are wickedly talented and those who are still growing… all the prodigies are here. Jaylin Dickerson Jersey In my classes. And I find myself feeling the same knawing sense of inadequacy that I felt at Rising Star last summer. Jake Yurachek Jersey All before I’ve seen a single person draw. (But I know what’s coming.) My sketchbooks are skimpy and my hands… Antonio McDyess Jersey well, the magic is just a dusting.
But. Kenny Wooten College Jersey I am so thrilled to be here. Our room, still a complete disaster, is cozy and colorful and lit with natural lighting when possible. Two great friends as neighbors and one in the same room as me.
I feel myself connecting more with the smiling sandwich line ladies and the upperclassman-SCAD-encyclopedia-man than the hordes of pretty artsy peoples.
I am a small person. I find my way into things through the crevices, through the windows. Not the doors. It will happen. I just need to keep breathing, to remember to eat, and to remember that I am here for a much bigger purpose.