Crap academic year really!

This is my first year and last at a ‘prestigious’ art college. Period.

(Foundation in art and design.)

‘Huh, a college of communication, that doesn’t communicate? That’s not possible.’ ‘Erm yes it is, HAH!’

What a joke!

I'm thinking to myself, it is going to be a year of fun, learning and new experiences.

I was sadly mistaken however, it is... for want of a better word SHIT!

The tutors are pretentious and derogatory towards work, I mean throwing someone’s work across the room because you don’t like it is very rude. That is a major understatement of course. (I should use a stronger word than rude).

This hate i have towards the establishment that is supposed to be teaching and widening my graphic vocabulary is growing, I thought it was bad at the beginning, but as time has gone by it is as fully grown as a child developing to an adult.

I don’t even want to cry about because it would be a waste of tears, shouting about it would be a waste of breath, writing about it is a waste of typing but effective still.

I’m going to ‘stick it out’ I have two months left there is no point giving up now. Is there? I already have my degree place, but leaving now would mean i’m a quitter, right? ‘And I ain’t no quitter’... ‘Mama didn’t raise no quitter!’

I should have realised, from before I even attended the college that they weren’t going to be beneficial to my life or learning. It started off when:

1. Sent me they wrong letter saying I didn’t get into the university

2. They sent the wrong letter AGAIN!

Surprise surprise!

I am happy though. I have experienced what is like to be in a supposed ‘prestigious’ art school, one of the biggest in Europe apparently. I know now I’d never ever want to go back to such an environment, never.

I need to be taught by ‘normal’ people who aren’t... well... up their own f*****g arses.

They have failed to inspire the uninspired.