Musing From a Bi-Polar Art Student

So when you live in Calgary, you sometimes forget that the weather can be nice. I got up this morning, after a fitful dream full of being trapped in a 6 by 6 room for the rest of my life, so sun shine and birds singing. First birds I heard singing this year in fact.
I walk my butt to the corner store by my place, and decide to check the 2 month old lotto ticket I had sitting in my wallet. I won $10.00.
I actually skipped to the bus stop listening to the new Tenacious D album I just got. The bus ride was short, and was sans crazies.
I got to school and got all the tools I needed made for tomorrow done, and looking HAWT. I mean Brett (a guy in my class) was all jealous because the tools I made were not only pretty but difficult to make as well. My friends Danielle and Alex were not having such a good day. I felt bad because normally they are the ones cheering my ass up. But a little pep talk, a snickers bar later, and things were looking up. I basically was singing and dancing my way out of school. It started snowing again.
I get home, dinner is made! So good. I have to tell you, coming home after 10 hours of smashing the shit out of metal you really don't feel like making yourself food. So when it is waiting for you when you walk in the door, it tastes even better.
I realized life isn't always so bad, you just have to have that one sunny day that puts things into perspective. It occurred to me that I felt this dark and angry at this exact time last year, and the year before that. I think for art students, or perhaps all students, it is just part of life. You just have to know what is going on, take a breath, and hold on until it is all over.
Just take solace in your friends, and try and remember it will get better.