Why do so many people think Art School is easy? something that bothers me is when people bash others for pursuing a career in the arts. Art school unlike your average general college is very major specific from the start meaning from day one you know which direction it is you're headed; however, unlike many other general college students they don't completely seem to have a since of direction. I just feel as if all art students everywhere deserve respect for what they do because it isn't easy and you don't just draw all day like most people think. Being a student who has experienced both sides of the wall I can tell you that Art school is more challenging than general schooling is, whether if you are good at your artist craft or not. Most Art Schools have professors who grade their projects to industry standards and if they fall short their grades suffer tremendously. With that being said I feel that Art School shouldn't be bashed because just like us they are pursuing a degree and they literally break them selves down emotionally to rebuild themselves into what they are passionate about.

What's to risk when attempting to change someone's life? some people refuse to make an impact in the lives of those that need it because they feel as if their selves are ok then thats all that matters. I was brought to this question after going about my day and noticing just how selfish the world can be. If you have already made your climb to the top of the ladder, then what's wrong with standing there to aid the next person behind you. I feel that selfishness is one of the truest evil's of all because it has led to an un-unionized world of people. My biggest concern is that we as people don't look out for each other as much as we should. lending one hand is not going to harm you; infact, the hand that you lend could be the hand that saves someone from falling off the edge. Be a hand to those who need it, you never know how big of an impact you can make in someones life.

How often do you lend a hand to those in need of help? One article I read about a women helping a homeless man with his poems made me want to relate to a time in my life. Most people on the average day walk past those in need of help they never do anything to help them in their struggle. Every time I bring this up I always get the "It's their fault, they do this to themselves response" but in reality some of these people have been on their own since before they were even capable of providing for them selves. When I went to school out in San Francisco for a year I was able to witness first hand the terrible homeless rate that San Francisco is infamously known for. There we're blocks after blocks where communities of homeless people would rest in the streets commonly known as the "tenderloin". I never had to worry about going through the tenderloin when I was going to school out there, but everyday I went to class I saw the same man. A man who would always, and I mean always smile. I would walk past him and speak to him as if he was a friend and when I could I would always give him extra food and change I would have. I always wondered what could make him smile while he was going through hell everyday without the certainty of having anything to eat or anybody to be there for him. Going through my miserable months in San Francisco, dealing with depression on top of a huge break up, That man I would always see in the streets made me see that not everything in life has to be miserable. Even when you think you've lost everything there is always something to be thankful for, and that is having life everyday with the opportunity to make the best of it. I learned one of the biggest lessons ever during the most difficult time of my life from a man who had nothing. It doesn't matter who you are or where you come from, anyone can make a difference in someone's life.