Testing patience

                 My elder sister was rightly trying my patience today: "How're you going to pay for your dorm and your things if you don't have money? Did you even turn in that application?"

                Truth be told, I didn't. I haven't done a lot of things, and I'm ashamed of that.

                "Take care of your nephew. Improvise!" She was taking care of her bills with the IRS, scratching things off of her daily planner.

I got off of facebook and took the kid outside, who proceeded to ride his bike.

                 I felt disgusted that I haven't given a shit about collage or my future at all! I was so passionate about my future and the great things I’d do—all the wonderful things I’d create.
                The tuition for the Academy of Arts, a for-profit school, was raised by 25 dollars a while back. The cost for this for-profit is staggering, but less expensive than schools like CalArts or California Collage of the Arts, and isn’t being sued like the Art Institute chain is. Not to mention it’s been nationally accredited since the 80’s. Though the school accepts everyone that applies and has no portfolio requirements, I felt so welcomed on my visit to San Francisco. And the animation building itself felt like home! I instantly went looking for work and scholarships and could not find the will to make myself continue. Why was that?

                Why is it that I can never finish anything I start?

                Lauren Faust didn't graduate from CalArts and she's made some of the most incredible cartoons do date! MLP, the Super Best friends forever shorts (I am in love with, btw), she worked on Foster's and Cats don't dance! It's all I've ever wanted in life, but with Disney.

                 Sure, she didn't have a degree, but she's skilled enough to have gotten into CalArts in the first place!

I felt like such a sloth, but why was it that I cared so little about my collage education and life goals so suddenly?

                Soon, I heard another small voice shouting at me "I got a sticker school today, tia!"

                "Oh really?!"

                "Yeah!" He laughed.

                Both of my nephews rode their identical bikes in circles, round and around and around.

         I felt like Houlden Caufield.
With love,

Nikola Strange.