Senior Year.

Today is my last first-day of school.

I didn't buy any new clothes or clean new notebooks and school supplies like usual. This year seems pretty laid-back. To get ready for the first day of school I did laundry and ate a bowl of cereal. There is a sense of finality in all of this: so much talk about thesis shows and portfolios. It's like the end of an era, but not in a bad way. It's exciting.

This morning I thought about my first day of kindergarten, when my mom followed me onto the school bus so she could get a photo of me squished in the seat with two other five year old girls. Ever since then I've been so embarrassed to take the traditional "first day, new book bag" picture, but today I thought I'd be great to have that again, one last time. Photographic evidence of my educational round-trip.

Sixteen years later I have a cute apartment, a handsome boyfriend, a real-ish job, and knowledge about art (an understanding of myself as an artist) that I wouldn't trade for the world. Not always sure how it happened, but I'm lucky. And so content! It's gonna be a great year.