I was going through my photo albums in Facebook and stumbled upon this, back in the days when I was wide-eyed and prepped with my crappy phone camera, giddy about the world. I even remember the things I wrote here (if you scroll down long enough, you’ll find a different me). I had a sturdy heart back then. I was in love with my art. The day I got accepted in Fine Arts was the happiest I had ever been, because if you knew me well enough, I don’t really excel in the things I do.
Right now, I have to remind myself of the reasons why I pursued Fine Arts and what kept me through the interview and tdt. And thank God I found these pictures because they are exactly the reminders I need!
I wished I had taken up this course right in the beginning, so I don’t have to deal with the crap of shifting and leaving newfound friends.