This boy is tired.

So Chicago went well enough. It was good being in a new city, surrounded by a forest of buildings with Michigan Ave leading the way. Buffalo and even Toronto seem flat in comparison.

The portfolio reviews.
I know everyone had a different experience with the reviews: we're all different artists at different levels of development. Some art school reviewers also SUCK... like otis. I talked to the San Francisco Art Institute and the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. They are such competitive and prestigious art schools; respectively West coast and Midwest meccas of art. From what I've seen, the work I make fits really well into both schools art-philosophies; so I was absolutely thrilled when both gave me excellent reviews! San Francisco basically said that my work was exactly what they want in their New Genre program; and the super friendly reviewers at Chicago told me to apply not to one, not two, but three of the programs! Chicago still seems like a stretch to me though, because I'm required to sell myself separately to their Photography, Art and Technology, and Performance departments. We'll see... I think my mind is already made up to go if I get accepted to either of the schools. Of course, I'll apply to more, such as a few schools in Toronto. I know it would be really disappointing to leave good friends in the area, but it's such a rare opportunity and I want to get the absolute most out of grad school.

The trip itself... for me.
Mentally I was so prepared for the trip. Only once did I lose focus, and it cost some time, but otherwise everything went smoothly. It seemed like everyone in the group really appreciated the opportunity too see a bit of Chicago and meet with art schools... that feels good.

Physically, I was good too... until I arrived home. At that point my body said, "Done." Then my body thought it would be better for itself to unplug from all consciousness; I passed out twice as I made my way towards Desirae's door for help. Apparently I got her attention, and she took care of me as well anyone could. Thank you so much for that. After running tests and whatnot, the doctor didn't think much of it. And I'm fine now, so it really isn't too big of a deal, although body parts are a bit sore.

It's never done that before... I've always taken for granted that I could trust my body to maintain my consciousness... I feel betrayed.