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For the curious...



You know, I almost tried out for Film and TV in high school. I really did.

The only reason I didn't was because my camera didn't have batteries.

That seems like a really stupid thing, but when batteries cost $50 and that same $50 can buy food for the whole family for the week, the decision was pretty clear.

Now I'm sitting here, thinking in all seriousness that maybe I should be at Art Center right now. It's a very stupid thought, and I know that, even if I had gone, I would not be in Film anyway, but it's a thought none the less. At Alhambra, I can't remember a better feeling than sitting in front of the editing equipment in Film Club. It was the only time I really had fun in high school.

Wait, you're thinking, what does that mean?

It means that Film Club was the only time where all the bad stuff didn't matter.

Even though the Student Government was taking our money. Even though the film I was given to edit was sub par. Even though I ended up coming in on weekends to work on projects and logged more hours than I thought possible, staying up all night to write scripts and plan shots and do storyboards. I couldn't bring myself to feel bad in that class. It just didn't happen.

When I'm here, studying, I feel like I'll hit a wall at some point. I'm not here because I like it, but because it will give me a career. It will give me the means to make the money to pay my parents back, to support myself, and to survive. It's just not fun.

Hell. I'm just crying over spilled milk.

I was given te chance and didn't take it. So be it.

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