College is the future! Well, it’s my future, and a lot of it. I paid for my Fall classes a few weeks ago. I’ll be taking Color, 3-D Design, Life Drawing and Intro to Web Development – the latter being an internet course. A couple of years ago I signed up for this course but never finished it, it was too slow paced for my liking. Anyhow, I probably should have withdrawn, rather than never doing any of the work and ending up with an F. It’s a pain in the ass, but the one grade is fucking up my 4.0 GPA. Besides, I’ve had plenty of time living the good life (read: taking a semester off), I can handle a few annoying setbacks.
Taking a break from school has done me a world of good. It was nice being able to step back and assess my life situation. Going to school felt great, but I knew that it was also serving as a distraction from problems that I didn’t want to face in my personal life. Now that I have confronted some of my demons, I feel 100% committed to my future.
As for long term college plans, I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to do. I definitely have another 2-3 years of community college ahead of me, giving me a reasonable amount of time to figure out the direction in which I want to take my art career. I would love to attend an art college after MCC, I think the environment of such a place would be amazing for me. On the other hand, I really don’t have a problem just transferring to ASU if the alternatives prove to be impractical.
It does scare me that my theoretical graduation is so far off. That far into the future just seems hazy and the older I get, the more uncomfortable I become. Two or three years into the future is really not that long of a time, it slips right by you. I’ve been married for over two years now, but it seems like it happened last week. I keep waiting for something to click inside of me, where I’m suddenly a grown-up and I know grown-up things. It’s as though I think some Head Grown-up in Charge is going to drop in and provide my life with stability and reassurance… Maybe that is what happens, it’s just that the grown-up is supposed to be me.
Hmm…