art school life seems like a dream come true for me.
i still remember how i hate so much sitting in class, trying my best to stay awake and focus at whatever the teacher is babbling about.
and of course the endless school's year-end report that goes like: 'yiwen is always in a world of her own.'
we cant help being bored with something as mundane as listening and following like brain-dead idiots, can we?
the way how art school functions is what made me love schooling. we learn from our own practical work, by the load of assignment threw upon us. (ok, sometimes that kills quite a bit) i love learning from own experiences. rather than someone telling me this is this and that and thus this and that.
work's been pretty tough though. dont think "aiya, go art school means go play play lah. for students who doesnt do well in their Os lah." i'll slice your balls or shave the tits of your breasts if i ever catch you say that!
try being in one.