Slave or Scholar?

So, I dropped out of school.  Before I even started classes.

I spent more time going to George Brown in an attempt to reclaim my money than I did trying to learn things.  Have you ever been to the Casa Loma campus?  I think that’s where they keep all the stupid kids.  If you take public transit, you will be automatically sucked in to this endless line of students who file slowly and incessantly from Dupont station to the school buildings and back again.  It takes forever to reach your destination, and then once you get there, you will be faced with another huge lineup of people standing still.

People suck.

But that’s not why I dropped out.

The reason I dropped out was because I was able to find tutorials online for every little thing I’d wanted school to teach me.  You just can’t take the DIY out of the lady.

Fuck school, I’m just going to keep on keeping on.  And in case my old methods start to fail me (there’s this coat pattern that has been causing me nothing but grief as of late.  Seriously, what’s a bitch gotta do to pull a magenta velvet military coat out of her ass?  Learn how to make coats?!?  Fuck this world), I’ve taken on an intern position with a fashion designer who has a studio near me.

I’m still going to learn things.  I’m just not going to pay for the pleasure.  Or get paid.  I guess it depends on how you look at the situation.