I'm patiently waiting to find out what I've been accepted for for University. It feels like my last year of high school all over again but with a little less confidence and more determination. When applying for University at 18, I had zero doubts about getting into the programs I chose because they were art-related. I was confident with the portfolio interviews and talking to the professors and, lo-and-behold, I was a shoe-in.
It's so much more different this time. Academics are on the line. There are no interviews, no direct conversations with professors about your life goals and your skills and light-hearted jokes. It's all ink on paper, send it in the mail, here ya go.. I'm in a pile with hundreds of other students just like me and I have absolutely nothing about me that sticks out.
This is scary. I think, for the first time in my life, I'm thinking constructively as an adult about my future. I'm not blinded by the misconception that I'll be a famous artist doing it for myself, by myself. Right now, depending on the program I get accepted for, I'm going to have to work my butt off to get a reputable career.. and I just wish I was good enough to be more carefree and creative and out there with the rest of the artists doing what I love and what I am probably meant to do.
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