On the way to boston, two things happened that helped me finalize my decision. I bought a portfolio. It cost $30. This purchase gives me piece of mind. I'm not going to have bought this portfolio to never use it again. I also got sick: and I was sick half the way down, and I decide that, considering how miserable this trip has been, I have to end up going to art school.
And now I'm here, and I'm still a little sick, but not so much as before... Knocking on wood... (Boston still has wood, this is good news.) And there are many people, mostly high schoolers and their parents, and they're all here with their art, and their $30 portfolios, and their very nice shoes. Normally I don't notice things like shoes, but I'm sitting on the floor, like everyone else, in a huge line of people. The people in my area all came here about an hour and a half early and are lucky to be a quarter mile from the door. It's not that bad at all, really. I was expecting to be outside right now, and in my pessimistic imagination it would have been pouring, and there would be homeless men asking me for spare change, and other men taking my change without asking me, a real urban dystopia. I'm only slightly disappointed that I'm in the merge of shopping and historical districts instead, looking out on a Trader Joe's and an Apple store... Not very gritty at all, but who am I kidding, I'm not here to take poignant photographs.
And, just back from checking out how the line is doing, I see that I am, in fact, lucky. The line is spreading down the three floors, getting closer, rapidly, to leaving some people outside.
Of course, I won't really have anything interesting to blog about until I've been in there... It's kind of terrifying, but less when I take a look at how many other people are about to go for it. I guess we can't all be terrified simultaneously.
This should at least be interesting.
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