Sonder: The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.
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"I was doing just fine before I met you!"
"Really? Cause you fcking looked at me like you needed salvation Lillian! You needed me!"
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4 Years later - 4th Year College Bachelor of Fine Arts - 23 years old
I let out a heavy breath in the middle of the gallery as I stand in front of my sculpture, along with the rest of other seniors' works. Various paintings, assemblage, and sculptures are laid out in the art gallery.
Even with one of our final works out in the public's eyes, students are still in full panic mode as they rush to complete the final requirements for their portfolio.
Its already our final term, and some students are already finalizing their final output; some are still panicking on their self given deadlines completely lost on how they'll be finishing their work, and others who doesn't have any idea what to do for their final output yet.
The last one is me. Leave it to ADHD with the procrastination. It loves the thrill.
Today is the day benefactors, wealthy people coming to look at students works. Our university being one of the top art schools in the country making these events allow students to be able to meet their future employers or whatnot; this kind of event is an opportunity for students to make connections. Hence the reason why every student is on edge scurrying to make everything perfect.
You see, once a student receives even just one business card during these events, our future is set.
This world doesn't work in a roundabout way, it's simply connection and money. Whoever snags the best benefactors wins the lottery. Your technique or hard work doesn't matter to these type of people, it's their taste that matter.
That's why it's either students will be wearing their most provocative outfits or doing their best to perfect their piece for the art gallery.
I do think I put out one of my best work today in this gallery, and that today, I wore my best dress.
Long sleeved black wrap around dress that stopped just below my knees and my classic black pumps —In my 1st year college, the first time I experience the joy of being alone in a city; I started to save money and buy things that made me feel good about myself, it made me feel like I got my shit together.
The books, expensive hobbies that never stuck, dresses, bags, shoes and accessories made me feel like I am taking care of myself. It made me feel good.
My parents got well paid jobs; however, I could never ask money beyond my given allowance, not when they work their asses off. Enough to forget their own child.
Releasing another heavy sigh I walk out of the gallery and started fiddling with the simple ring I bought from a small shop which now settles on my middle finger.
My work looks okay, I spent weeks on the sculpture. If I'm lucky, maybe one of the benefactors will like it.
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