Last september I was incredibly excited to be enrolling at Chelsea college of art and design, one sixth of the University of the Arts. A few months down the line I had become particularly nauseated by the fact that nearly everyone else there, were absolutely moronic rich kids who spent all their time purchasing class As on daddy's credit card and were at Chelsea solely for the purpose of keeping themselves busy. In march i dropped out completely, and don't regret it. To illustrate the agony i had to endure daily, her are some clips from 'Ruddy hell it's Harry and Paul'.
This is a greater insight into art school than any open day.
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