^My mother carried around a carton of strawberries. Legit.^
^a view from the patio of the dorm^
^The death of me^
Parsons: I loved it. It was so me, it felt right. It was perfect. Pratt, not gonna lie, was not me. It was a good school that would give great opportunities, so I wanted in, but it was not me. It was like when you see the 2-year-old trying to fit the square block into the triangle's whole. Parsons is the square hole! One of the photography professors, Purple Shirt- I called him, was talking to us and he said, "You guys are so serious, I mean I want to be serious, but you're just so serious!" I liked this because they are looking for people who take what they do seriously, but who don't take themselves too seriously.... me. I can't wait to go there, I am officially enrolled.
All of the other accepted students seem really easy to talk to and get along with. I just feel like this is gonna be really good for me.
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