In only 11 short days I’ll be blowing this Popsicle stand in favor of greener pastures. August the 29th will be the culmination of months of hard work and near mental breakdowns set in motion by another college who decided to screw over the caveman you love so much. I’m finally doing what I should have done years ago: I’m moving away to pursue my dream of working behind the camera.
The New England School of Communications (or NESCom for short) has all the resources and connections to get me wherever I want in a career I just have to add water and stir. I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t nervous.
I feel silly being nervous, but I’m nervous none the less. Nervous, and excited.