Except if you're walking through the Tenderloin. The smell of human waste lingers over everything, and as the rain falls from the sky, the ground becomes slick with the grease of San Fransico's derelict and destitute. You feel tainted just being there, but then a window, with a display, doors, and in them a weird and beautiful place.
For as many bad things as I've heard said about Academy of Art University, I've experienced just as much good, and in the School of Fashion probably the best. This place has taught me to be better. For being in a disgusting neighborhood, it's got some beautiful things. People dedicated to a cause, human beings finding their niche and honing their talents. Friendships made, boundaries broken.
I seriously wonder what comes next for me here. I hope and dream of great things that leave a legacy, but I wonder if I'm really that person. I feel like I failed at life as always today. I need to do better, much, much better.
I can do this, even without the money. I'll get as far as I can until I can't anymore.
So much to do. I need to be serious.
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