So I'm done at MICA. We left on Saturday morning after 4 weeks there. At the end I really didn't want to leave--home won't feel like home anymore. I realized how little of a connection with people at home I have, which is sad, but since my friends have graduated I guess I kind of expeced it. At least a lot of us at the program shared the sentiment, and some of them don't even have decent art programs to go back to back home. I never got around to describing everyone I met there for you guys did I?
MICA continues to be a lot of fun, a lot of work, not much sleep and way too hot. I went to a thrift shop of sorts yesterday called The Book Thing, where they have rooms and rooms of used books, and they're all free! I got a box full, 16 in total, I think. I felt like such a gutton, but they were all so beautiful I couldn't choose.
So it's the second day of pre-college. We still haven't started class yet, it's a lot of icebreakers and getting-to-know-you stuff. My room is decent actually, and it's got two big windows, so that's nice. Unfortunaely, there faren't as many queer-art girls (or anyone, really) here as I'd hoped, but I'll be busy working likely so I doubt I'd have the motivation to pursue someone anyhow. There are a few cute dyke-y girls though, and some of the RAs are rather attractive. It's always the older unattainable girls, isn't it. :/