The “I never’s” of my art school funk:
I never feel like I get to finish anything the way I want it.
I never feel like I get anought sleep.
I never feel like I have enough energy.
I am never able to sustain the level of concentration that I would like.
I never get enough time to myself.
I never read things as thoroughly as I would like to.
I never stay as late as I say I am going to.
I never feel like I’m able to give 110%.
I never feel like my art school experience is a cathartic one.
I never laugh enough in a day.
I never feel like I learn anything *really* new.
Disclaimer… As I sit here endulging my art school temper tantrum, I feel that I should explain that I DO have some perspective on how ridiculous it is to be complaining about such things. And that altough I have never once regretted my choice to go to Art School or CCA for that matter, but it is a very intense experience, one that I want to get the very most out of, and so sometimes, I like to have these tantrums. They remind me where I am, what I want, and give me some sort of barometer reading… somehow. Plus I’m just so good at complaining, I need to flex my whiner muscles.