I'm about to get my second MFA, but it feels like the first one. The last two years, which I spent in the New York Studio School, were full of valuable experiences.
I met quite a few awesome people,
I learned a lot,
I struggled,
I was confused,
I was mad and angry,
I was jealous and proud,
I felt sorrow and satisfaction...
But we made it.
I'm not the happiest here...or am I..?
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