One fateful day, about three years ago, I decided to pursue
an art degree in college. I packed my bags and hit the road for college visits
that exact weekend. My focus was on the art departments, which were generally
the same. Tall buildings, glass walls and students running around in t-shirts,
sweat shirts and hoodies. I’m a big guy for collared shirts and polo's so
naturally this was discouraging. I wanted to keep my style but also didn’t want
to be weird amongst my fellow artist. In the end, my identity is much more
important. I never regretted it.
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