Those kind of teachers are a real pain in the bottom... I guess the best you can do is to wait for your results and check out what comes next. My best wishes for you!
Let's say my own life is totally polarized, I haven't known a middle point for a very long time. It makes me feel so miserable to be at my house, surrounded by pepole that will never accept fully what I am, as if I were some kind of infected vermin. These people that don't respect me, nulify months and years of hard work to let them know who I am. Family? I do not believe in blood family, I lost my faith in it so long ago. I broke it, it is compleately shattered. I'm ocassionaly harrased by painful memories and makes the family impression much worse, they are all traitors who never stopped to see what was going on. Also, I don't know what comes next in my studies, makes me feel uneasy when I see the rest of my buddies studying hard in university. The other side of my life is compleatel different, it's flooded in radiance, it's so beautiful that it's light is enough to obscure the wrong at times. My three great lights, my boyfriend, Tilo and my art. Then I know I'm alive, more alive that the death experienced by treason. When I hold my boy tight, silently and hearing him breathe or we sit somewhere in the afternoons, when I raise a paintbrush and lay strokes one after another in the canvas while listening to either Lacrimosa's black and white symphonies or to Sigur Ros's triumphant joy, or when I printed photos in the lab (god! how I miss Photography School, it was great!), smelling the papers and liquids and surrounded by red light, I know I am alive. And a very stong life! At times I just sit and listen to Lacrimosa, every slight detail of the music and the poetry and that's great too, as all of you may know!
