Well ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, this is it. The final year of my formal schooling. I'm feeling equally daunted and enlivened by the fact. I will soon have to be even more on my own, a "real" person if you will. Not a infant coddled tight against the bosom of scholarly art. But a true artist who must birth entire productions from the change in my sofa and the passion in my heart. Presently I just drop nice neat, forward thinking, but still deemed appropriate by members of completely different generations and culture than my own, 7 minute dances into the system. A system that I love and am grateful for. Yet a system that is not best for my work.
Perhaps it's just early onset senioritis. Or maybe it's that I just spent $70 on a workbook for a non-major class. And that it makes me ill.
Peace
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