College Showcase

I attend Booker T. Washington High School for the Performing and Visual Arts in Dallas, TX and every November we do this thing where we all get our best work together in a neat, self-contained unit and show it to a menagerie of art colleges who come down to our school to see us and to see our work. It's a really interesting experience because we are allowed the opportunity to get individual feedback from people who can objectively critique our work. So it's really, really nice when a college recruiter is pleased with what I have to offer because it's a small indication that I've been doing something right for the past four years. I was really happy with the feedback I received from the School of the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, MA; the recruiter was really enthralled with the amount of detail in my work and the effort that went into creating each piece. He explained that the school has an academic partnership with Tufts University that he would certaintly direct me towards because he thought my art was "fantastic" and he was impressed also that I was first in the class. He worked with me to try to understand how, and if at all, I want art to fit into the context of my college life and I was incredibly happy with his willingness to talk with me despite my lack of interest in pursuing a career in the art.
Texas Christian University, which may even be the possesive "Christian's" though I don't really care to go all the way down to Google and look it up as they didn't care to walk the hundred-mile trek to the gallery to see my pieces. They acted as if they had to cross the Rubicon or something, so all I got was some literature about how caring of a school they are. But the guy behind the table had a shirt with bigfoot on it so, that was at least mildly pleasurable if only for a brief moment.
The lady from El Centro College walked with me to the gallery and she immediately shut-down after I told her that I wanted to major in neurobiology, and I saw that they had little squishy stress balls on their table that were shaped like brains and she didn't even give me one. I contemplated going back up there and taking one but I would've had to wait in line again and I was in no mood. No one wants to go to your school.
The last college table I visited was the School of Sante Fe Arts? Or the Art School of Sante Fe? But the man behind the counter was in serious need of some rudimentary social skills. I asked him if he would be so kind as to walk down to the gallery with me and he said "No, just let me see your work". "Well, it's in the gallery. Our teachers told us to take you down there," I retorted. He scoffed and puffed some air out of the side of his mouth, "You didn't even bring your work? Well talk to me about it then, I went down in the gallery, I'll remember it." And as his request sounded more like a prompt to describe the aesthetics of my work in order to jog his memory, it clearly wasn't, because he stopped me mid-sentence, "What do you want to major in?". "Uh, neurobiology?", and he chuckled with that sarcastic I-am-so-above-you-right-now-even-though-you-are-clearly-displaying-a-higher-level-of-intellect-than-I-am chuckle. "Um, neuro-what? Most of our professors can't even say that, no we don't have that. Uh, I don't know how to break it to you, but, this is an art school."
So all in all, showcase was a waste of time save for the one man from Boston who actually treated me like a human being. It was a waste of my time, it was a waste of their time, and the only purpose I really served was to make the lines longer for people who actually want to go to art school. But then I got to go home, and I wasn't as angry anymore.