One Week Down..

So, the first week at art school didn't exactly feel like some cosmic fate that was meant to happen. It wasn't entirely horrific, but it definitely made me question what it is I am doing here and why the hell I didn't choose to be an engineer or architect (other than the fact I'm terrible at math). The teachers are intimidating (well not all of them.. but a good chunk of them), the other kids are incredibly talented, and sometimes I feel like Tyler is just too modern for a farm-town girl like me. It's sad to say that I started loosing hope within the first couple of days. That is until my mom sat me down and said, "Kayla, suck it up." I had nothing to say to that, because she was right. I was being a big old baby, and there was positively no reason for it. Everyone here is going through the same exact crap that I am going through and nobody else is crying to their moms (at least not in public). I want to make my mom proud of me and I also want to prove something to myself. Sometimes we can be our own worst critics, but eventually we have to forget about all of the negativity and just go with what we feel. What am I feeling right now you ask? I am feeling another week of art school with tons and tons of more 2D folios, city hall drawings, and 8:00 am classes. It may not be glamourous, but it's my life right now and I'm fine with that.