So I decided this hoodie was blog worthy.
Going through a bunch of unpacked crap, I come across this, which I don't even remember packing up.
My Victoria School for the Performing and visual arts
(said in a very pretentious English accent) HOODIE, purchased in my Grade Ten year, mainly just to prove I made it to high school, plus I was special due to the fact that I went to an arts school, pissshaaw, so it needed to be advertised.
Love the fact that the design is totally a classic.
Not written in weird 90's neon shitty font.
My glasses make me look like I could have been the model student... ummm... not QUITE model, but close enough for an arts student that busked on the weekend for money for cigarettes so I could always look the part of dark moody classical musician in a stage of complete rebellion, at the height of teen angst- (they call them emo's now. This was more about being a beatnik goth/alternative metal head classical violinist- YA KNOW?
Like I had something more interesting to say than just-
fuck you-
-which is probably what I would have said anyways.
That school sure did a lot for me though, I learned how to connect different forms of art, and when I left there I could see images in music, music in images, the beauty of the macabre and the wonder of joy, and a higher understanding of performance, art, music and media and the beauty of the creative process.
I only hope the child I birth one day will want to go to this school too, it was potentially the best decision I ever made.
If I had gone to a school unlike Vic, I would have definitely dropped out, I'm sure of it now.
Lets just say if I went to my Jr. High's feeder school Strathcona aka Scona, I'd be Ricky from the Trailer park boys now.
MEOW!
LOVE!
-E.
1 comment:
in grade 11 i asked my guidance counselor what arts classes i could take and his only response was "grade 9 woodshop" oh. i switched to crossley because they at least had sewing! i wish i could have gone to victoria because i basically am ricky from trailer park boys. my life is mainly getting drunk and eating chicken fingers all the time.
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