I am so sorry the school held a gun to her head and forced her to bury herself in student loans.
There oughta be a law.
Just kidding.
I’m an S.F. native, and though I’ve seen the place, I’ve never been in the SFAI. My father was once there on business, selling some equipment to the school. He described it as a hippie, weirdo place where the long-haired “art students” smoked dope in the courtyard on their breaks (this was long before cannabis was legal or as popular as it is now).
Do they now poop in the halls there?
and yet, BigLeft let it die and dint try to help... no loss
Turn it into dorms for the homeless.
Everything I loved about San Francisco died decades ago.
I do remember them having to make clear that they weren’t affiliated with the Art Institutes that have been springing up around the country and sucking up so much in tuition money without giving students any prospects for all their tuition money.
Art is dead. May as well kill off the art schools.
I’m trying real hard to give a rat’s ass, but alas I can’t work up the slightest concern about its demise. Actually I’m not trying all that hard.
The art institutes are some of the worst scams ever….
Knew a girl who graduated from one, 40 or 50k in debt in the 90s compared to my 20k comp sci degree. Couldn’t find a job, worked at target for years moved back home. Finally went back to culinary school and was able to start a real career.
Translation - “Hi - I’m a total dingbat classist snob who wanted to go to the Emo kids school because I’m a speshul snowflake and this made me speshul but they were too hard on me and I didn’t research the school, it’s credits or it’s costs before jumping in because… well … because I was going to be an arteest! They didn’t recognize my greatness! But I overcame and I’m glad this school is gone because I’m a grate journalist!”
Through a mutual friend, my wife and I stayed (on vacation) for several days at the home of the dean of students at the SF Art Institute. A painting of his that was in Woody Allen’s apartment in “Play It Again, Sam” hung over the bed in our room. Of course, we had to see the movie again - having paid no attention to the painting when we first saw it.
Jerry Garcia attended. Diego Rivera taught there.
it was an open campus. it had a nice outward appearance. i enjoyed wandering through the hallways and seeing classes in session. i never gave the concept of student loans a thought. i did not realize that they were so expensive. however, it is not surprising, since everything in SF is so expensive.
they did not seem to get the overseas crazy rich asian attendance that their competitor art college (Academy of Art) did.
they also seemed to suffer from a lack of name recognition.