Last week, I was admitted to the one program I ended up applying to; the one I wanted most, and the one that seemed more *practical*/likely to open my horizons than an MFA in Art. I was ecstatic, and so were my parents. However, its within Tisch NYU, in New york, the most expensive city in the world, and there is no funding for me. Since then, I have tried to do as much of a level-headed assessment as can, of just how possible it is for me to do this. I think tonight I've come to the conclusion that this degree is an untenable option for me. I will have to figure out a different way to carve my life. I am not rich. It's time to stop pretending that I am. I went to a very fancy undergrad program, and my parents paid in full. I'm just now realizing what a generous gift that was from them to me. They're not wealthy, they are immigrants who created a comfortable life, and placed emphasis on education and effort. I have a hard time saying that the degree was worth it...all its done is make me a part of a long lineage of "____ girls"...well-spoken, over-educated be-pearled ladies, a lineage which is more a mirage than anything else, at this point. I don't want to make the same mistake. I am not a practical person by nature, and I can just see how the debt would end up weighing on me pshychologically and concretely, in the long run. So, I guess that's goodbye, then. Final decision needed by May 1st, but it seems to have decided itself for me. F this broken system.