"Pft, you academic snob, you."

My best friend just called me. He wants to drop out of college. I want to drop out of college. Or be an art major. I am a bit let down in the academic run around. I don't want to be a Poli Sci major and go on and be a lobbyist. I want to freaking blow glass and make textiles.

My other best friend (an art major, herself) has told me that I've always been the academic one, and her the artistic one. I think we very nearly did the same number of art classes in high school. We both took a seminar. We were both very academic students too, though. Oh, how many AP classes we shared.

I think that the separation comes within the realm of arts. I am more of a craftsperson, maybe. A jeweler. A sculpter. I am not a painter--yet. Maybe I could be. She's had more formal training in the arts. I just feel like I'm getting tired of academia. Everyone automatically slots me into the role of the academic. I could talk your wee ears off for hours about literature, about politics, about philosophy. I'm a Modern Languages whiz. I am so sick and tired of it all. I can not be a Pol Sci major. Maybe an English major. My creativity is being stifled. I'm losing sight of any dreams I've had. I miss doing things with my hands. And yes, I can do things like that on the side.

But right now I have the ability to learn all these arts for credits. Get certified instructors to show me how to not fuck my own shit up on the pottery wheel, not choke and die on darkroom chemicals. My goodness I miss the darkroom. I want to learn how to blow glass and spin wool and create epic sculptures.

I would like to tear every single insufferable page from my Pol Sci book and use mod podge to sculpt it into a naked lady with censor bars over her bits, her eyes and her mouth and put her on a pedestal. Do you want to know why? Because Americans exalt the president, and yet the public is so unfamiliar with anything more than sound bites and spectacle. I don't want to write an essay about how some boring stiff evaluates the presidency.

I could maybe be an English major. Pair it with an art major, maybe. Who knows. I'm just getting sick of waking up dreading class because I'm doing something I hate.