During the fall of last year I was in a pretty bad spot in my life. I needed direction or at least some sort of safety net to fall back on in my career path. I went to go look at a few schools and decided on two that I would apply to for a Master's program. It's kind of the "oh shit" plan if I don't somehow start selling paintings by the truckloads. My mom was all for it, she wanted me to apply to more schools, but I had my heart set on the two and I started preparing back in November.
As December rolled around, I started contacting possible teachers and associates who would be able to write me a recommendation. Things were rolling along. One of my favorite teachers going through art school was J_______. I took two of her classes. I liked her quite a bit, she was in her mid to late 30s and still pretty cool. She challenged me often and always pushed my buttons. It also helped that she wasn't too bad to look at. She was one of those rare teachers that takes your work to the next level because she had the innate ability to read people and to push them.
Everything was lined up. I polished up my statement, sent in my images, and filled out the applications. It felt like I was in high school again. The recommendation letters had to be submitted electronically so all I really had to do was wait until the end of January deadline.
February 1st rolled around and everyone submitted a letter besides J_______. At first I was pretty upset. I phoned the enrollment department and assured me it was one of the least important aspects of the application process. I still felt slighted.
I got another professor to help me submit and that was that. I'd like to call a cunt a cunt, but those times are behind me. I hope all her hair turns grey.
