Today we began our first day of our third year of uni – our last year. In essence, I sometimes can’t comprehend that it is what it is; that we are 3rd years having to organise fundrasing events, making sure there is a positive atmosphere as well as completing or own work to an exceptional high standard as it’s the last shot we have for a folio at the end.
To start off today, three others and myself introduced ourselves to the 2nd years. Then it was Art Theory… = *analysis paralysis*: all the theories and how all the dots jut seem to connect together with the world. This brings me to what was etching in the back of my mind; is there time for anything else at all? I know – this last year we have isn’t suppose to be easy in the first place, but from what our lecturer was talking of today: going around to see galleries around town and further, reading all these texts/journals and writing reviews on these just puts into perspective that what we do is always existing and never sleeps. Never gets away for a break. Always with you.
With good management, this could be rather much a breeze. However, you have to hold that type of personality and energy; and I know that I do not. I am much quieter and more in the shadows. I know we’ll all find it hard – it will be tough, complicated, drawn-out, exhausting, frustrating, annoying, brilliant, nerve-racking, rewarding, and sacrificial.
I just hope certain elements aren’t sacrificial from where I stand. I believe that we are here for each other; that others come before us and we help each other. And I’ll endeavour for this to remain true.