The school year at Calarts ends in early May, concluding the mad rush that has been my sophmore year. School has been over for a week. The move to La Canada has finalized my transition into summer malais.
La Canada is sorrowfully dull. Valencia, the city that sprung up around Calarts, was just as lack-luster, but the lack of routine has slowed down my summer to a crawl. The ten years of history makes the experience all tha tmore surreal.