The fifth of November was my final day of art school; the end of four years filled with ridiculous amounts of art and conceptuality; inky-painty happiness, squealy girl-chats and nail polish obsessions, cafe and ice cream dates, late-night no-sleep deadlines, and now tears of sadness that this is over, time spent with the best and most wonderful friends ever. What better way to end such a journey than to dance the night away in an art gallery. It's so strange to be finished, I don't even know what I feel.
