College…
I was set! I applied to art school —actually, to three of the most prestigious art colleges in the country and the three best in New York City. And you know what? I got into all three.
I chose School of Visual Arts (SVA) due to its reputation. Also, who couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have Manhattan as your college campus?

College Interrupted
College Interrupted
My first year at SVA was great. I mean, what could be bad about exploring your artistic side with thousands of other creatives? I was pursuing my dream to become a full-fledged photographer. But, the universe had a different plan. It was my sophomore year when tragedy struck.
One chilly, fall night in November I left class to meet a friend for some sushi and hot sake. As I crossed Third Avenue while walking up Twenty-First Street, I saw something in the corner of my eye. I looked to my right and much to my surprise I saw the grille of a Jeep Wrangler inches away from me. I was struck by the compact SUV that was making a left from Twenty-First Street onto Third Avenue. I slid up on his hood and was carried a block, holding on for dear life, until I slid off his car. The driver tried to flee the scene and as he did, I got up, chased him down, and wrote his license plate number on the black of a ten-dollar bill.The cops didn’t have enough evidence to nail him. So, I sued. But in the end, he got away with it because I never got a good look at the driver’s face through the glare on his windshield.

Soon after, I fell into a months-long depression that came as a result of the Post-Traumatic Stress of the whole ordeal and took a break from SVA.