I feel as though I'm leading two very separate and distinct lives.

One disappears as the other is lived. When I am at work, I am both responsible and junior to almost all people... yet still can tell doctors what needs to happen.

When I'm in class, I am somehow younger, inexperienced, and am on the receiving end of the instructions.

At work I know the course of events. I know what needs to happen next.

At art, I await the next piece of paper with its instructions.

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