After monday, I feel so much better. I was in my sculpting class, feeling particularly frustrated with my current sculpt, and my teacher told me I had to go talk to my mentor, Will Ritter, in the basement. Honestly at first that made me feel insanely nervous. I already had all this pent up anxiety and all I could think while I was walking downstairs was oh fuck, how is this going to go?
It went surprisingly well. I kind of had a minor emotional breakdown in front of him but it went well. We talked about what’s bugging me. Yeah, I miss home. I won’t shut up about it. However, going home isn’t an option. I started this and I want to see it through. Not just for my dad, but for me. The pressure to be here and get this degree is all from myself. So I’m staying here to make myself proud. I digress, Will ended up being a super cool guy. I feel like an idiot because I cried in front of him, but again that was all in my head, not because of anything he said or did. I actually felt a lot better getting everything off my chest. We established that living in a house with three other girls who are about 10 years younger than me, insanely messier than me, and all around just plain rude and inconsiderate has driven me to a point of desperation. He said he’ll try to help me out with the housing situation and that alone just made me feel so much better. I think if I can get out of this crappy housing situation, I will be able to better cope with everything else.
Here’s to hoping!