Everyone remembers THAT kid in their 3rd grade class; the one, loner kid that while everyone else was standing shoulder-to-shoulder waiting to be picked off for kickball, he was content being aloof and elbow-deep in muddy dirt and slimy worms.
That is the UGA Art school.
Much to my chagrin, I’m hardly the “art kid”, even though I am technically in the same college. Instead, I’m relegated to the first floor lecture halls, only to compose lengthy research papers while they shuffle above through the concrete hallways toting their trendy Art Bins and portfolios. All while they wear their hipster, burgundy tights, flannel shirts, and unintentional ripped jeans. I’ll never be one of them.
I suppose the appeal about an art kid is their mystery and intrigue. Is that fair trade organic coffee or loose-leaf herbal tea in your wheel thrown coffee mug? You sure fooled me. Plus, so many of the guys have that whole Robert Pattinson thing going for them. The brooding, sultry, and tortured vibe practically radiates from their charcoal sticks. Cue swooning from any slightly angry freshman girl.
After dating a Ceramics major for two years, I realized something: East Campus art kids are just as pompous as a North Campus Finance major. Maybe even worse. At least fratstars can accept that they all dress the same and that their parents alone secured them a stellar internship in Poland this past summer.
Scenester art kids try to defy the stereotype with the latest Urban Outfitter’s trend. Yup, that Aztec beanie is so original. They ban together over moody melodies and poignant poetry as if only they could possibly be this distressed. True, not all of them are attempting so adamantly to free themselves from a “predetermined mold.” Many truly do want to design graphics for Pixar or hurl paint onto innocent canvases forever.
But for the large portion that try so hard to “be different”, go dig up another worm. I’ll kick it out of the playground.
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