1998 self: "Married and successful, living in a metropolitan area!"
2008 self: "Gee, I seem to be standing in the same place as my 1998 self. Uh oh."
Don't get so depressed, 2008 self, you're not in the *exact* same place. Shepherd moved on and grew, so you're standing in a new and improved art building! Huzzah!
Today is my last class at Shepherd. EVER. (I know I've said it before, but this time for reals!) This was a school I chose because my high school art teacher went there, someone I barely knew was going there and I just didn't care enough to put any effort into finding a school at the time. I went in thinking I'd knock out some general education requirements on the cheap and transfer to a *real* school after two years.
I tried that. It, uh, ruined my life and set me back at least four years. Whoopsie.
Eventually I pulled myself out of the void, slid into the studio art program, got my degree and even took some graduate classes. I went from a loser student to someone the professors respect. Turns out that tiny college packed a strong contemporary art program. I'm confident in my art as well as my ability to present my art, and I have some wonderful feisty professors to thank for it!
At least I've made the best of living in a rut. I've learned all Shepherd could teach me (transcript-wise) and the program I need for my MFA isn't offered there.
So now that I've knocked out nine credits of graduate studio courses on the cheap, it's time to transfer to a *real* grad school!
Let's hope this plan goes better than the last like it.