Suffering through only two classes is a small price to pay when you get to spend the rest of the day traveling with your friends to art museums. Smelly buses, bumpy roads, and an hour and a half of sitting in the same position until your leg falls asleep is irrelevant. The end is priceless. Walking into that building, you can smell it. It's the passion, just simply surrounding you. You can feel the hard work that these people put into their work. They put in everything. You can see it with ever stroke and line. And it's just beautiful.
I do have to say, after walking out of those buildings, I felt incredible lazy. These people, these STUDENTS, are producing more breath-taking images and pieces of art than I've produced in a lifetime. It really makes me realize that if this what I want to do for a lifetime, I have to more than just some time into it. I have to put all of my heart, soul, and everything else in between into it. I have to show that I want this. I have to show that this is what I'm good at, and it's what I'm passionate about. It's what I hunger for.
Sometimes it's hard to see what you have until it's smacking you right in the face.
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