Lovely Day For A Team Killing Fucktard.
So this girl decides she doesn't want to live with me, that's fine, the day before we move, that's fine, then she bails out on rent for the previous apartment, that's not fine, not at all, also bailing on previous bills, and lying to me about her mom, and herself, once again, not fine. This has happened, more than once.....why?

So my professor tells me I am doing great and making progress, that's great. He tells me stories to help em out in my concept, that's also great. He tells me i'm a hard worker and that my work is still art even if it is hard for fine artists to appreciate illustration and text, that's fine. Final critique rolls around....last day of art school....he leads the pack, no one gets it, no one understands. It was too confusing for them to grasp as a conceptual piece, because, well, it wasn't a conceptual piece. Little did they know the expensive print outs in the self bound book were the art, the hand painted illustrations which I spent hours on, and the hand written descriptions which took months to coherently write, that is not fine.

So I got an extended deadline on my paper, that's great, she said she understood my situation and could wait, that's also great. My anxiety is so high I can't concentrate, I break into tears, and hyperventilate, and clench my painful stomach...that's not fine. I just want my degree, please, just let me graduate in peace, if only that. I loved you NSCAD, but you have broken my artistic, hopeful, insightful, imaginative, and creative heart. I have learned many things from you, though I have lost more confidence than I have gained....


I have more art for you guys, I wish i could be a little more out right with it, get it seen, oh well.
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