June 26th, 2018
This is just from the one class I am in. I have two classes this month and the grades look the same. This is the stuff I am proud of these days. I remember a few years back I felt and considered myself stupid with my lack of success in the things I’ve attempted. Mostly art pursuits like writing.
An interesting thing about academia. I’ve said it before in the journal. The identification of intelligence is often appreciated when certified by an authority or a school. Until you have logged, charted and written ‘approval’ of your intelligence from a school— or certified by a greater number of people — people usually don’t think much of you. When you are in a field that requires people to acknowledge your art, it’s hard when no one sees you. Then you start turning in on yourself — feeling worthless. No matter what people say, if you are an artist, the need for an audience is the only love you do it for. The heart searches for SOMEONE to love what you do.
If not, try doing some art and NEVER asking anyone to see it. See how long that lasts.
Sure, my grades show I am intelligent, but wasn’t I intelligent when I was looking for a good paying job? Or when I wrote my novel(s)?
Granted, big differences between book smart and artistic — but I’ve proven equally solid artistic skills but still ignored. No bad, good or indifferent reviews. Just invisible.
That blends into the “who you know” and marketing oneself discussion and I don’t know anyone — and I don’t know how to sell myself.
So, grades will hopefully do the speaking for me.
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