Alright, you all have come to recognize this time in the semester. It's when I cry a lot. It's when I feel despair, and doubt, and anger. And this semester is no exception. Right now, I'm so resentful of this program, I could scream. But instead, I'm probably going to end up crying and feeling ill-prepared. You know, I don't think I'm a stupid person. I think I work pretty hard at this thing I do. So why is it that no matter how much I give, there's always something waiting in the wings that's ready to snatch that one last piece of sanity that I was clinging to? Why is there never anyone around to just tell me "you've done enough"? It's never enough. And I think I've figured out that it never will be enough. This program doesn't leave me feeling proud, or accomplished, or even intelligent. It leaves me feeling hollow. Am I supposed to tolerate that, let alone indulge it?
Posted by Ursasine at October 29, 2002 03:47 PMEven if someone were to tell you it was enough, would you believe them?
But I'm with you sista. I think I understand. Just wait till we get out of here though. Think of the way we can pat ourselves on the back and realize that we are some damn cool people for making it through this crap.
Posted by: Chelsea on October 29, 2002 11:11 PMI was just about to say the same thing. When you graduate, you'll feel a real sense of accomplishment, and you'll probably be VERY prepared to face whatever the art world has to throw at you.
Posted by: Darren R. Sussman on October 30, 2002 02:31 AM