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August 30th 2007 01:40
With my fourteenth birthday comes two hundred dollars in gifts and the dreaded return of school next week. High school may be fun for some, but there's nothing to enjoy when, during my first year, I have no electives and I'm going to my second last choice of schools. I know this won't be an awful year; I'm too good at my subjects to worry about grades, and I don't give a rat's ass about fitting in.
It's just that this school isn't what I wanted. I wanted the arts-sure, I get to take vocal music, but it's not the same. It's not as truly awesome as Rosedale or Wexford or any other schools I was looking at. It's a sad fact. The only appeal of Eastern is that it lets me take vocal rather than instrumental, and that my friend Hailey is going there.
Literally no other part of this school stands out in a good way. It's prestigious with a well-known math program, it has an IB program (which is like... I don't care enough to know), lots of scholarships, but that's nothing to me. Okay, that last part would be nice, but it's just not happening.
If I am not out of this school by grade ten, I will cry. I mean literally cry.
In other news... relatives and friends have kept the phone line busy and the cats are still cute, the internet has returned, and there is lots more good news on the way...
But first, more stuff about this whole writing as a career bit. Andrew-one of the people I'm working with-was asking me a couple days back what I want to do with my life. I told him the truth. Like most people, he was quick to point out that there's no easy fortune in the arts. But unlike most people, he was nice, and he seemed to like the idea.
I'm always happy when I get good reactions. A lot of times, you hear these discouraging remarks about entering the publishing world. I know it's hard. But I have a lot of support from friends and family. I'm confident that I can make it as a writer-no matter how my ex-friend W says it's all just a dream, succeeding in the arts, and no matter how my aunt persistantly calls it a 'hobby'. All these people ask 'no, what do you want to do as a career'. I just told them.
I'm sick and tired of people saying I can't make it, that it's not worth the risk, that it's a completely ridiculous idea, or that I *need* another job to support my 'hobby' of writing.
Look. Writing isn't a dream to me. Neither is singing. Or acting. The arts are the only things I'm passionate about and I'll be damned if I let anyone get in my way. I will have a career as a writer, a singer, or an actor, or all of the above, and I don't care what people say.
I know the reality. I know I'll probably live in poverty all my life. But there's no other career for me; I'm a writer, singer, actor, and that's it. That's all I am. If I can survive off it I'm happy. That's all I want. To be able to survive doing what I love.
It's just that this school isn't what I wanted. I wanted the arts-sure, I get to take vocal music, but it's not the same. It's not as truly awesome as Rosedale or Wexford or any other schools I was looking at. It's a sad fact. The only appeal of Eastern is that it lets me take vocal rather than instrumental, and that my friend Hailey is going there.
Literally no other part of this school stands out in a good way. It's prestigious with a well-known math program, it has an IB program (which is like... I don't care enough to know), lots of scholarships, but that's nothing to me. Okay, that last part would be nice, but it's just not happening.
If I am not out of this school by grade ten, I will cry. I mean literally cry.
In other news... relatives and friends have kept the phone line busy and the cats are still cute, the internet has returned, and there is lots more good news on the way...
But first, more stuff about this whole writing as a career bit. Andrew-one of the people I'm working with-was asking me a couple days back what I want to do with my life. I told him the truth. Like most people, he was quick to point out that there's no easy fortune in the arts. But unlike most people, he was nice, and he seemed to like the idea.
I'm always happy when I get good reactions. A lot of times, you hear these discouraging remarks about entering the publishing world. I know it's hard. But I have a lot of support from friends and family. I'm confident that I can make it as a writer-no matter how my ex-friend W says it's all just a dream, succeeding in the arts, and no matter how my aunt persistantly calls it a 'hobby'. All these people ask 'no, what do you want to do as a career'. I just told them.
I'm sick and tired of people saying I can't make it, that it's not worth the risk, that it's a completely ridiculous idea, or that I *need* another job to support my 'hobby' of writing.
Look. Writing isn't a dream to me. Neither is singing. Or acting. The arts are the only things I'm passionate about and I'll be damned if I let anyone get in my way. I will have a career as a writer, a singer, or an actor, or all of the above, and I don't care what people say.
I know the reality. I know I'll probably live in poverty all my life. But there's no other career for me; I'm a writer, singer, actor, and that's it. That's all I am. If I can survive off it I'm happy. That's all I want. To be able to survive doing what I love.
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