Finals are officially done. I have cuts and bruises (literally) from finishing all my final projects up. I’m psychologically, mentally, emotionally, and physically drained from all the chaos that’s been going on for the past several weeks. I can’t say that it’s been a pleasant experience. This term was terribly painful. I’ve felt what its like to be in hell. This term changed me in many ways. Maybe good, maybe bad, but changed non-the-less. I know now what real tired really is.
A good friend on mine told me once that college isn’t about the lessons we learn or the experience we walk away with. Rather, the biggest lesson that college can ever teach us is to NEVER GIVE UP. Another friend, Erwin, was right when he told me before I began my Art Center career that 1st term was easy; 2nd term was when the real work begins. I feel a bit silly now complaining so much about the 1st term. I realize now that that was a picnic and I have a deeper respect for my craft, and the process more than ever.
I probably had 2 all-nighters a week this term. Yes, despite how tight I tried to stick to my schedule, I still needed 2 all-nighters a week to get all my work done–satisfactorily. And still, I think I could’ve done things better. I wouldn’t be surprised if I get a couple of “C”s on my report card this term. It was me at my best so far.
A good note is that some of my work got into the gallery. If you ever visit Art Center you can see what the students are up to by stopping by the student gallery, a display of the last term’s work deemed “worthy” by the faculty. When I first visited the school about 10 years ago as a graphic design student, I was simply inspired by all the work in the gallery. I wondered if I was good enough to be like these guys one day. Now, a dream of mine is coming true and it feels a little awesome.
Not everyone gets into the gallery. So, I feel honored and privileged to be displayed alongside my classmates and future colleagues. I was the only one in my term to not make it into some sort of gallery last term, and that felt kind of wack. Hopefully, this is a sign of good things to come.