True Story: In my sophomore/1st junior year of college, I took an upper-level photography class. I had taken the intro course, learned the nuts and bolts, and decided to continue on, in the hopes of getting laid. Because that’s what art is for.
Second year, my classmates became significantly distilled. Earlier, we were just a disparate group of people, basically paying to be taught a hobby. Now we had weeded out the tourists, and everyone’s artistic personalities were allowed to flourish, for better or for worse.
