Cutting Class

I came to Brooklyn to attend Pratt for my sophomore year of college. The campus was even more beautiful than I remembered it when I can visited for a month before my senior year of high school.

Before I went, after my month long high school emersion program, I had gotten in a fight with my mom about the cost. I remember screaming “I don’t care what it costs” I wanted to go to art school.

I work a “real” job and find that I am learning more there than I am in school. The campus recently went through a multi-million dollar beautification, yet the fine art studios are dilapidated and cramped. Next to the dorm where my friends live there is the footprint of a huge administration building waiting to be built.

Around the construction site a temporary wall. A white wall next to a fine art dorm full of students paying tens of thousands of dollars for the privilege.

And yet the wall stood blank.

A beautiful opportunity wasted. A beautiful campus and administration building to get the students in and extract money from them. Put them in 20 years of debt.

It wasn’t for me.

So I decided to drop out. I went to my councilor and told him as much. He said to me “Drew, you’ve already paid, might as well finish out the semester”.

I finished but on my own terms. I went to the classes I wanted to and did the homework I felt inspired to do. Then at the end of the semester I did my own final project.

Warning: Gore.

Cutting Class

The story of how I dropped out of college with an act of self mutilation.

Wes

Just spoke with Wes. He is really kicking ass, this guy seems like the real deal (or completely full of shit). He is getting Holegencia

History of the Occupation

July 13 – culture-jamming activist group Adbusters put out a call for “20,000 people” to “flood into lower Manhattan, set up tents, kitchens, peaceful barricades