Eighteen years of schooling are over (unofficially, graduation is in two weeks).  Through four different schools, six different houses, many relationship changes, I have made it this far and come to a place where I was not quite expecting to be. But here I am.  In the place where I’m not quite sure what I will do in the future, not even sure how I’m going to manage my time tomorrow, and at this moment (12.28am) I feel like this interstice is important and unavoidable.   This is not a terrible place to be, though it feels uncomfortable more often than not.  Through four years of college, some of it not so helpful, much of it inspiring and changing, I have come to this point where I’m now left off on my own.    It is not only about how to live a normal life (money, apartments, loans, jobs etc) but also how to live my life as an artist, using the skills I’ve learned through four years to get me further in my creative endeavors.   This is a reality, though not necessarily a tangible one.   Education creates a structure in which we can live automatically.  Classes are at precise times, four months equals one semester, work study lasts only through a certain number of dollars.  Taking away the form of education causes a life to strain under the pressure of responsibility and priority.   Trying to create some semblance of structure, even if it is loose structure, is the new reality, an interstice between education and maturity.