I GOT ACCEPTED. FUCK YEAH.

I have no idea how. The only experience I have is like 3 weeks of grade 9/10 art... which means all I can do is draw hands, contour and perspective. plus whatever else I do. BUT WHO CARES, CAUSE I GOT IN.

Next year my classes are:
Art, Art, Art, Art, University English, College Math, Introduction to Psychology, Sociology + Anthropology and Apparel and Textile Design.

That's right. Four art classes. Five if you count design. Then English which I love, Psychology which is also loved and easy peasy college math. It's gonna be a great year, classwise. (:

I feel so accomplished that I was accepted. I know plenty of people are, and maybe it's not a huge deal, but to me it is. Seriously, I'm coming from no experience except for the stuff I've been doing on my own. And apparently, that was enough! My great uncle used to teach Art at Beal, my mom's boyfriend and his sister both did the bealart stuff, my great uncle from BC paints murals for a living, my cousin does photography, some other relatives do art related things. It runs in the family, I guess. I'm living up to their standards. I'm going to a big family get together thingy at my mom's boyfriend's parents' house and I can talk art with them, rather than standing around awkwardly. We finally have proper common ground.

I even found out my father was a bit of an artist.

I shit bricks when my mom mentioned that. I had no idea. It's kind of sad. I can't help but think something sentimental like "well I'll make him proud, even though he can't be here to see it" or blahblahblah. My mom told me some story about when he painted his brother's present and she laughed at the memory. It made me really happy to know that my father wasn't always a big, grey looming shadow. It's so weird not knowing him. I hear so many different things that I really can't form an opinion on him. I wish I could. But oh well, nothing I can really do about it.

Gah. I still can't believe I got accepted. What's more is, I felt certain doubt coming from an individual or two. I just got this funny feeling that they didn't think I was good enough. They never said it, but the feeling lingered. Now suck it, feeling. I showed you. I got accepted. I am good enough, now don't tell me otherwise. :)

Today's been a success. Bye.