I've finally settled down at art school. It's a lot of fun because there's so much to do in the city and places go ( vintage stores, used book stores....lots of interesting places) and I have a small ring of good friends that are with me here. I've met new people that are cool and started talking and getting to know people that I've never gave a second thought to before. It's really interesting how life turns out the way it does. Dorm life is fun, and I'm lucky to have a really close friend as a roommate. We get along really well, and it's not a nightmare at all like most people think.

Art classes are a bit tough and require a lot of effort, but it's something that I'm determined to pull through no matter what, and it's so much better than taking a gay class like science or math. I'm not afraid to work hard. And by getting through this is the only way I can reach my dream and make my family and friends proud. I'm happy here. I haven't really made any new art major friends, but it doesn't bother me. I'm already having fun/artistically suffering with kelly 4 to 5 times a week.

I've never realized how many people here smoke. It's disgusting. They just hang outside dorm buildings or on the sidewalk and smoke like they don't have anything better to do. There's lots of parties and whatnot here too, and people travel in packs to get to them. There was one last night, but my friends and I didn't go. We're not that kind of people. We were having too much fun playing in the sprinklers in the park.