morgueville,heartland living.

i am having crazy thoughts. somehow, i do regret coming to jc. the redundant subjects i am taking. the rules and prohibitions. but the consoling facts about my stay here is the friends i've made and my new found passion - literature. art is sometimes unbearable, perhaps due to the fact that i seem to be forcing myself to draw and there's no arena for me to express myself based on inspirations. they shouldn't have examinations for art. it's pretty ironic to think that art has examinations since they cannot be judged, only criticised. my definition of art is creating an expression for your thoughts. and i've realised they are judging your work based on how you present your work and ideas, and most importantly, how you draw.

poly friends had assured me i would fit in nicely at design school and enjoyed myself tremendously. and often, they really had no idea why i chose college. oh well. and then friends would say i shouldn't have regrets about my decision. i am trying to. but somehow i clinched here and then.

i hope i get retained. or maybe i should just quit school. like now. that would have been the craziest thing ever. don't get me wrong. there's fun in school. my classmates have been great. though sometimes the usual 'high school' stuff seems extremely uncalled for. really, i can't help but feel them to be lame. and the way some of these teachers treat college students. like we are some young adults who cannot think for themselves and have to rely on regulations to keep us as good, morally right, disciplined students.

so if you do not see me in school next year, it's probably because i found myself.