Showing posts with label scad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scad. Show all posts

Saturday, August 11, 2018

On College | Olivia J

"Nothing is so healing as the realization that he has come upon the right word," -Catherine Drinker Bowen

So. My first (full) semester of college starts in a little over a week. I would say that I'm scared, but I'm not. It's just community college.

I'm much more apprehensive about going to SCAD because it's just become so real. And along with that realization, the idea that that 'living in a cramped apartment eating Ramen noodles 24/7' has become even more real. College, am I right? *cries in student debt*

I really am looking forward to community college. For the first time in six years, I'm going to school again with my best friend. One of my college professors is also a self-published author. 

SCAD is less of a dream, and more of a reality. But the problem is that reality still seems so unattainable. My world is now just a ticking time bomb, both here in my home state and as a student, safely cushioned in the world of classrooms. 

For the first time, I'm reconsidering my life. Is this really what I want to do? Is all of this really worth it?

Fortunately, these answers have all been 'yes', but is 'yes' enough? Is drive enough to push me through the intense curriculum? Is passion enough to pay tens of thousands of dollars? Is writing worth this one life I have? Will I regret not getting a more 'sensible' degree?

To these other questions though, all I have to rely on is faith. The faith that God has taken me this far, and that he'll continue to take me even further. Believing until I see it, and believing even when I don't see it for a long, long time. 

I'm not sure this post has a point, other than to update you all on where I am. Also to remind you that faith can carry you through the most insane and unbelievable of circumstances. He is forever faithful. 

~The WordShaker

Saturday, January 13, 2018

I don't want to be here. | Olivia J

"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple," -Jack Kerouac

A really bad poem about wanting to leave for college. Enjoy as best you can. 


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I don't want to be here.

Stuck in this place

 where dreams come to die.

Stuck in the place

 where people come to settle. 

I don't want

my pieces to settle 

in the bones of 

someone else's life. 

The lines that separate us

are sprawling suburban lawns

and the ones that cleave status. 

The places I found myself

were somewhere else. 

Somewhere far from 

the mundane 

the ordinary

the stereotype. 

I don't want to be here

where the stars flicker out at 5pm

where everyone pretends they're different

where what I do is a novelty.



I want to be somewhere

where the city never sleeps

where my people are

where adventure and life springs at the corners. 

I want to be somewhere

where my strings

sever like autumn leaves

where my roots are exposed

like the breathings of my heart

where each new day

brings a new face

where I can forget

the person I was

where I can forget

the person you think I am. 



This place would be beautiful

colorful

lively

passionate

hard

soft

new

old

everything

in between. 

This place would be

everything

my home

cannot be.

I have overstayed my welcome.

My soul has traversed on

while my body remains here

stuck in an all-to-familiar place. 

I dream of a place

where my eyes are painted in color

where the streets are paved in gold

where the city bleeds words

where I can find my place

outside of nowhere. 

And this place

it would be me

really

truly

me. 


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This would probably be better as a slam poetry video but I don't know how to do slam poetry or make a good video so. 

Oh well.  


~The WordShaker

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Doubt, Atlanta, and The Trust Complex

"Everything you've ever wanted is on the other side of fear," -George Addair

Duly noted, quote. You have already seen past this facade of a blog post. 

senior photos done by Shailey Heuermann

Anyway, I went on a college visit to SCAD - Savannah College of Art and Design, a.k.a. my dream school, this past weekend. 

Arguably, it wasn't a great experience because the whole day moved alarmingly fast and I was so overwhelmed by 2:30pm that I cried in a photography room for about twenty minutes.

However, I had already done lots of research about SCAD, and my heart was already set on the writing degree. Not because of anything else, but just because of the versatility of the classes and the degree itself. I had also already sought the Lord on this, if this was the college I was supposed to pursue, which was a resounding yes. 

The purpose of this trip was to more satiate myself, to assure me in my decision and to make me feel more comfortable in Atlanta. And, in retrospect, it did. 

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I'm so excited that I'm going to have my longtime friend, Maddie and her family in the same city as me. It gives me great comfort that in a few years we'll live in a shitty apartment together with a cat eating Ramen on the floor. Not only that, I'll have Cydney and Justen, my cousin and her husband, to fall back onto, because they know the city like the backs of their hands. 

However, it sure as hell didn't feel like the right choice during the SCADDay. It sure as hell didn't feel like the right choice while I was crying in that photography room. It still didn't feel like the right choice even the evening after. I was only feeling more scared and more overwhelmed and honestly a little discouraged. Fear, doubt, and unbelief: all attacks from the enemy. 

It wasn't until the next day that it began to feel more right. My assuredness in this decision only grows by the day. I can see myself flourishing down in Atlanta, not only creatively but spiritually, which maybe is more important. 

Despite this, the fear is also even more confirmation. At all of the other college visits I've been to, I've felt a lot of things, but fear wasn't one of this. The fear, in this case, means that this decision is bigger than me, that this decision is God. 

But. There's always a catch. With all of this crystal-eyed wonder comes the crippling monster of the artist's self doubt. 

To preface: I'm not sure some people understand how driven I am to be a writer. More importantly, I'm not sure some people understand how willing I am to live in a box for my dream. 

But being on the cusp of life comes with its own set of issues. I've started to regret things. What if I regret making writing my career? I'm constantly plagued with not feeling good enough. Not that I'm not good, just not good enough.  What if I'm not good enough to actually make it, despite my ambition?  What if I just can't do it?

I don't think I can stress enough at how crippling this phenomenon is. It eats up every single shred of pride - albeit well deserved - I have in my work: art and writing. It depletes my faith in God and in His promises. I'm unable to take compliments, and criticism knocks me off my feet. It takes a torch to any inspiration and creativity I had left. 

For the first time in my life, I really have to consider who I am, and what I want to do, and what that means for the rest of my life. It has become real

Suddenly, passion projects are being judged to see whether I get scholarships or not. Suddenly, my life's work is available to everyone's well-meaning criticism. Suddenly, I'm saturated in the world of maybe I'm not so special, maybe there are thousands of other teen writers who are millions of times better than me. Suddenly, I have to move forward into territory I don't know. 

And that terrifies me. 

Which is why I've chosen SCAD. It terrifies me the most, among other reasons. 

In Atlanta, I talked with the writing department head, and she told me "we don't believe in the 'starving artist' here", and that gave me hope. The SCAD writing degree will allow me to write and make money, which I'm willing to do. I'm willing to work writing anything, as long as I'm writing. I cannot see myself happy at any other college, in any other occupation. 

So, writing it is. 

Writing's what it's always been. 

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Have I been accepted? No, I've just now started the application process.  But I don't think it will be a problem. I believe that none of this - college, my life, any of it - will be a problem. I'm trusting that if it is a problem, then God's got it under control. Sound weird? It is. 

But since when have I been one to be like everyone else? 

My success doesn't come from me. It doesn't come from you. It comes from God. 

~The WordShaker