Ten Hours At Cartoon College
Well I'm back from CalArts, and my head is still spinning. What an experience. Phone the school as much as you want, and read all the blogs in the world. It doesn't even give you the tip of the iceberg. You have to GO THERE.
I spent so much time planning it all out to a "T", but there was only so much I could plan, and only so many appointments I could make, which was frustrating. It seemed like a sort of unwillingness from the school to let me get the most of my one day there. But I realized after the first ten minutes on campus just how lax everything is. Just how layed back and, "meh", life is there. I'd imagine the faculty allows such freedom to the students so they can unwind from the pressures of their films and how hard they push themselves with their actual work. Either way, it broke the ice for me right away, as I was a little nervous of what to expect when I first got there.
I was nervous because I was told to just walk around and ask people for feedback, which seemed kind of random and intrusive to a shy nerd from the great white north such as myself. To the contrary, EVERYONE said yes. EVERYONE was cool. I got so much feedback that I have no doubt in my mind what I have to do now. It's just a matter of doing it well enough to get accepted.
The only bummer was that I forgot two of the caricatures that my friends John, and Sean drew of me (hilarious), and I had to leave early the beat rush hour and catch my flight. So I missed the guest speaker, which was my hero, Ben Ballistreri, of newfound, "Seaweed" fame. Oh well, if I get accepted, I'm sure I'll see him again sometime.
I could go on forever about it, but I'm still digesting the whole experience. I don't know what's to come for me, but I know that my day at CalArts will play a big part in it. It has nothing to do with the school itself. It's all about the people in it.
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