Tuesday, August 30, 2016

College is Weird: A Poem

College is weird.

Everyone lives here,
Everyone's new,
Everyone's trying to make it through the week, just like you.

The people are friendly,
The art is abundant,
The orientations lectures are redundant.

I've made great friends,
I've shopped at Target,
I've gone through four days without a regret (yet).

Classes start tomorrow,
Painting is first,
The rhyming scheme and format I've chosen has now been thrown off.
I'm the worst.

I hoped you enjoyed my sad attempt at poetry. I promise it won't happen again.

But really, the limited experience I have at The School of the Art Institute of Chicago has been nothing shy of incredible. Everyone shares this same common ground of a deeply rooted passion that expands over a vast array of mediums and methods of getting both ideas and emotions across. I can't wait to see what others create with the materials they know and new ones they'll come to love. We start classes officially on Wednesday (otherwise known as tomorrow-yikes) and I'm looking forward to dedicating quite a lot of time to my practices. After all, I'm going to this expensive school for this very purpose, so ready or not, here it comes.

Meeting people and developing relationships hasn't been as terrifying as I originally anticipated. Everything begins with a simple Hello and the rest is history, or at least the planning of a mac and cheese party that will soon become history.

I don't want to let you in on too many secrets, because I haven't quite figured them all out myself yet. Maybe in a week or so when I've actually been to all of my classes once I'll be able to blog a little more in detail, but for now, enjoy some fun photos of my four days in college:







See you soon, 

Stay Golden,

-Belle xx




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