Art school makes me feel like half my brain is in a safety deposit box, while the other half is about to give up searching frantically for the key. If I was really meant to be here, I'd love the fact that math classes are not part of the curriculum. Ever. But no, I'd like some algebra right now. With a side of the $120 TI-83 calculator I never used in high school, except to pass notes on by using the convenient "ALPHA" button, and to calculate significant figures in Physics, the worst class I've ever taken.
I'm sick of all this stupid apathetic hipster tragic art student bullshit. Some people have real problems, and I'm not talking about myself. So many people here need serious attitude adjustments. Your parents don't pay 60K per year for you to whine about how much you hate your privileged life. That's why I'm leaving. I'm genuinely not happy, and I'd rather be happy, and I can do that for free. Or a lot cheaper, anyway.
Now that I've started about ALL THESE FUCKING HIPSTERS, I'm going to go off onto a tangent about the legitimate reasons I don't like the NS.
1. Attendance Policy=Miss 3 classes and you automatically fail. This includes being genuinely sick.
2. Dorm Fire Evacuations- As of 11.10.09. there have been 84 this semester. If you choose to go to the NS, get an apartment. It costs less than housing. There's no real "dorm experience" that you're missing anyway. Not here at least.
3. Disorganization- Everything here is really disorganized, and I'm already disorganized. I need structure in my life to stay structured. Anything goes here.
4. Cost- The NS is not worth 60K per year, period. The design school's reputation carries the rest of NS, making them think its acceptable to jack up the price. If you attend the design school, be warned, you'll be spending thousands and thousands of dollars extra for art supplies, especially as a foundation student.
Why do I get to bitch and moan? Because I'm leaving. To go learn about something other than the Adobe Illustrator pen tool, and to get an education which someday will lead me to make enough money to buy a house rather than a cardboard box and some chisel tip sharpies.
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