I Am an 18-Year-Old Girl

I am an 18-year-old girl who attends a Parson's design school in New York City and studies design and management. I am a foreigner in that I come from * and have been living here for * years. I studied French before in high school so you may call me a poly-linguist.

Art is very much an aspect of my life. Not only do I study art and design, but also I think that design and management (another one of my studies) makes up my very character and ethos of life. What I mean to say is that each of us is constructions or artistic masterworks. We each create / sculpt / weave design (whichever artistic medium you prefer to use) to sculpt ourselves, and sculpting ourselves is perhaps the most challenging part of existence. But it is the most significant.

I love art. Some see art s inessential. A nice hobby, perhaps, but, ultimately, just another hobby or subject such as reading, drawing, mathematics, or science. I, on the other hand, see art as something that permeates all existence. A finely crafted composition is a piece of art; a woman's body -- her graceful movements and curves are another piece of art; the curvature of a dog's limbs, and the leaves sliding through the air in Autumn; the sound of the lecturer slicing through the air; and the way these words are expressing themselves on paper.. Each of these -- their form and connection and end result are varying pieces of art in that they have varying effects and impact. You see, I am interested in all of these things, nature particularly and I am apt to daydream as well as fall asleep on the bus. I love whizzing on the highway in my car, but am afraid of venturing far. Although I love biking, particularly when letting go of the handle bars and zooming down steep roads. I love canoeing, too, and roller-balding, and walking far into oceans thoguh I cannot swim. I love reading thoguh I often fall asleep over my book. I crave friends and society, although simultaneously I hate people and wish to flee them when I encounter them often imaging them as moths or rats and imagining them in weird postures. The latter tells you that I am something of a scientist and perhaps I may be although I find that I am apt to think of myself in far better ways than I really am and construct my future in far better ways than it really is. I have, for instance, often told people that I am employed in wondrous works when I do nil of those jobs or sincerely believes that I have completed a marvelous manuscript when I have barely started one. Imagination -- the skein of my personality =- helps me as much as it trips me. I am alienated form my family. I consider them too eccentric, just as they consider me likewise eccentric. Eccentricity is a difficult phrase to determine. My favorite subjects are sociology and philosophy. Literature, of course too, but philosophy is the love of my life. I often find myself walking the streets talking to myself or suddenly whistling when an -- which I at least consider thoroughly original thought 'enter's my mind. My brain must be permeable for it to enter so fast for just as speedily as it enters does it vanish. Unfortunately, whilst experimenting I have been apt to get into scrapes