When something progresses so swiftly, the next thing you know will be the exact opposite extreme.

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I went to OCAD for the national portfolio day with Clark. Carried the canvas folder thingy (super old, my mom bought long time ago when she was an active art-lover) containing some of my art works and a roll of my sketches - apparently it was very inconvenient to take the TTC to OCAD with the huge crowd (kids!) going to downtown for the Christmas parade while carrying those.

I waited for about 2h in line for some critique from the professors and the total time I talked to them was less than 10min. I was attentively engaged in a conversation with Clark while waiting in line, and this girl behind me butted in and was talking so loudly and excitedly with the word 'fuck' in every other sentence. She wanted to get in for graphic design, and was just so thrilled to be there.

I loved OCAD, but I dunno. Music or art? Fine art or design? Ah... I hate gr.12 for making choices.