During my freshman year at the University of Buffalo, a soupy mixture of hurricane Katrina, lost love, leaving my friends back home, and general homesickness drove me into a state of depression. I eventually left after a semester, only to return home to try and piece things back together. But sometime during my second freshman year, and my first year at SCAD, I developed a fondness of horror...
Learning the Hard Way
Throughout my schooling, I continually fell upon the notion that failing, learning from my failures and thus learning the correct way was the best way. However upon reflecting back on the past years in college, highschool and even further back, I’ve realized that there are some definitive holes in my theory. “Learning the hard way is the best way, bro” I proclaimed to my...