@mythmom, I want to be your student! And how great that you and DS can have such fabulous conversation and share perspectives! (is he a student now, if so where?)
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And I am so intrigued by your story. Your cliche is my brilliant daydream. I would so liked to have done that. How did you get there? How did it turn out?
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Gosh, well I'll try to sum it up. I wanted to go to art school, but my parents insisted I get a Liberal Arts degree. Grumpiness and procrastination meant I begged a place at my state school at the last minute. After 2 years, transferred w/ excellent GPA to the American College in Paris (now American University of Paris). Studio Art was always my forte, so after my BA I didn't feel ready to leave Paris, so went through the Forest of No Return, which is the French Grandes-Ecoles matriculation, and thus became a student at the Ecole des Beaux-Arts. I could still carry that student card if I wanted to -- I don't think there is ever a time limit for graduation, so some of the people lurking around the ateliers there look mighty crufty, and are only students in the broadest Chekhovian sense. I got a job as foreign correspondent for some American publishers, but mostly hung around the Deux-Magots with my friends, rubbing each other's backs and spouting a lot of fake knowledge of Camus, Sartre, and de Beauvoir.
I did that for 7 years. I kid you not.
I will spare you the rest of the story.
(p.s., my kids think it's hysterical that I majored in Art History, but psssst, don't tell them -- I'm thinking about doing a Ph.D. in Art History now! At my advanced age! You're never too old to be foolish, is my mantra)