Large and Crazy Things at Work

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I've gotten into Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, AKA Ani's Wee Artsy Top Choice School. So, remaining obstacles:

1. Parents.

2. Money.

3. Doubts. As in, Really Importante Doubts. I mean. Yes, I want to be a writer now. But I don't want to be disowned by my parents, and moreover I don't want to be a Starving Artist all my life. I'd quite like to be successful, actually. And I know I could be anything I want from here--I'm good enough at math and smart enough in general to be, say, a chemist, or a lawyer, or an engineer. My grades right now are great. But I don't want to be any of those things, and I don't wanna wait till I'm in my forties to get published. I want to learn how to do it well, and then do it well as soon as possible. If I go to Pratt, they will teach me how to become a writer. But if procrastination and laziness defeat me, well, I'm done for. And that, Hamlet, is the question.

But come on. It's Brooklyn. And if I go, I can call it Prat's Institute for fun. Teeheehee.

....

Heehee.

Also, tomorrow is my 18th birthday.

Yes. I am coming of age.

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Weeeell...Pratt, besides being INSANELY expensive, is sort of a really specific art school. So the only majors they offer are architecture, visual art, creative writing, and some fashion and design stuff. So it's like, once I'm in, my profession is chosen forever.

And it's not that I dislike the profession, of course, it's just writers seem to have a history of going insane/dying penniless/becoming raging alcoholics. You know.