Surviving SCAD, by Parks and Rec

The freshman 15 was so real at the Hive. (Remember those s'mores brownies?! There’s no shame. Admit it.) And the 2AM sandwich shop. Mmmmm.

We tried to learn how to flirt at around Turner House. This is COLLEGE after all.

We made valiant attempts to keep up with the fashion majors. For a little while. But after the hype died down, a paint-free hoodie was considered dressing up for class. (Unless you were a Morris Hall frequenter. How did y'all wear heels to class?!!)

We pregamed in the dorms, and used the sandwich shop soda machine for mixers. $1 night with new friends at Rogue got the best of us, every single time. (It was also 3 AM, 50 degrees, raining a little bit. How'd we survive???)

We learned how to deal when project critiques got personal, and you just had to stand and take it. We'll always remember that ONE person that took critiques too far. (*silent, internal crying*). But we all somehow survived those 2.5 hour critiques.

As the years went on, it became SO normal for professors to ask, “When’s the last time you’ve slept?” “Have you eaten today?” "You look like death." "How many cups of coffee have you had?" (12, IT'S FINE!!) “You should go home and shower.” "Are you sleeping under the table?!!"

When we got an individual grade on a group project, and that "team player attitude" suddenly disappeared. Because #priorities. 

We learned sucking-up techniques for the professor that’s giving you an 89% IN COLOR THEORY (?!?!?). Being the teacher's favorite in High School was lame. Being the teacher's favorite at SCAD was the BEST.

Some of us volunteered for the speaking part of group projects, because everybody’s got a skill or two. And presenting work will always be terrifying.

Sometimes, mom put $$$ in your account for finals week “supplies at Ex Libres” (But let’s be honest, you made that last charcoal stick last for 2 weeks and bought dinner and drinks at Flying Monk, didn't you.)

But you still kept your head on straight and bought wine from that sketchy, lovable Kroger on Gwinnett Street.

We all had to deal with state school friends that think art school is LIKE SOO EASY, omg I wish I could do art all day!! Funn!! You have Friday's off? Luuuuuucky!

And everyone knew at least one Equestrian major that only cared about their Equestrian major.

The dorms were a constant flu petrie dish. But you stayed out of the SCAD clinic. No. Matter. What.

But after those all-nighters in the studio and at the bars, we somehow graduated.

We’re figuring out this crazy time called post-grad life,

And we’re staying optimistic, overcoming even the craziest of obstacles,

And no matter what, we'll always defend our art school alma mater.

GO SCAD BEES!