walk past Kendall College of Art & Design, realizing that I am actively being judged by the too-cool-for-typical-school art students who sit outside in between classes, smoke their American Spirit cigarettes, and tweak their fixed-speed bikes. Every day they think that I'm about to walk into their Art School so they begin their judgments about how corporate looking I am and how my parents are probably paying for me to go to school there, and how I don't quite seem 'put upon by the world' enough. But I don't stop. I keep walking past Kendall College of Art & Design. They wonder where I go but they'll never know. And if they did know where I was going, they would be so mad... which makes it all the better.