On the Art of Life, and a Life of [/for] Art

Most of the past semester had been preparation for what is to come during my last year in college. Nonetheless, I can say it had been a great academic year. A lot of times I was broken to bits, only to be forced to keep my pieces together just in time for the next requirement/project/event. It was a year of promises- both broken and kept; of accomplishments and shortcomings; of growing up and being a kid once more; of experiencing the happiest of happy, the saddest of sad, and the hurtest of hurt; of finding love in the most hopeless of places.