So, today I realized that I've come to the 7th stage of dealing with my school choice (7 stages because of the seven stages of grief)

1.Shock or Disbelief

When I first did the test to get into art school, I was shocked to have done it so badly. Maybe I was thinking too hard, maybe haven't practiced enough...

2.Denial
Denial actually hit when I first saw the results chart and saw that I have 200 out of 300 points and I kept thinking that there was some mistake or something but no, I just fucked up

3.Bargaining
This stage came in when I have already been enrolled in the school and thought that I could transfer to a better class in school.

4.Guilt
This was pretty much the usual: "Why have I been watching my art teacher's daughter's ass instead of what he was doing?" , "I should have practiced more" etc.

5.Anger
There was a time when I use to come to school angry, pissed of at anything but I kept it under a mask so people don't notice. Luckily, I took out that aggression on aluminum sheets


6.Depression
Oh man... when I remember this one... I was thinking all day long stuff like: "Why is there a school for a profession that was last popular 400 years ago?" , "How can people do this scrape wood and metal all day long?" ,also I wanted to beat up my teacher (I still do, because he's an asshole )*

7.Acceptance and Hope
But then it came, the light at the end of the tunnel though not a very bright one(if I got a different teacher it would be very bright) and now I'm making a knife in school (yay, knives!) and really enjoying it.
Also, girls handling tools and carving wood can look hot from time to time (like when a small girl takes a big torch that blasts flames 12cm (5 inch) long and starts bending metal )

*Proof for my teacher being an asshole are plenty, and here's the latest: He told us to cut a log about 35cm in diameter (that's 13.7 inches) with a hand saw for 5 hours and then cut off the bad part from the other side (another 5 hours of sweating) only to tell us that the wood is useless for carving and throw it away. (If I am ever able to beat him up without consequences I sure as hell will )