Just one more week to go. The first wave of deadlines have come and gone, and the second is just upon us. I’m quite pleased with myself for having completed those projects and managing to sneak in a few hours of sleep here and there.
Yesterday, it was my turn at collecting cans around campus to fundraise. It was probably the nastiest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life. It was wet, and sticky, and it smelled like garbage. My partners in crime, Jojo and Mondo were a big help. And I really have to give props to Jo for her relentless bare-handed tactics, and her suck-it-up attitude. It would’ve taken Mondo and I the whole night to maneuver all the cans with our paper towel-padded hands. In the end we collected 4 huge garbage bags full of beverage containers, and our grad fund is $18.50 richer.
At least now I know I’ll never make it on the streets by collecting cans. I guess there’s always prostitution.
Afterwards, we had dinner and did what we do best: hang out at Jo’s, watch a sad movie, and eat popcorn. It was the most fun I’ve had in a long time.
Driving home from school today at 5:30pm, it was cold, and rainy, and the sky was dark. It made me think of better days, when you could go for a stroll in your shorts after dinner.
I miss those days.
I miss shorts, and tank tops, and sunglasses, and flip flops.
I miss not having to think about projects.
Filed under: Graphic Design, My Friends, School Life, Triumphs & Heartbreaks | Tags: school, friendship
It is at this critical time in the 4th and final year of my educational career that I’ve decided to pick up my blog again. Life has been incredibly insane, incredibly busy. I’m constantly in a state of medium to high stress. But after a 3 hour nostalgia-fest over sushi with my best pals in the program, we were just astonished at how time had flew by. And pretty soon, the one thing that brought us together, and defined so much of our friendship, will be no more.
I want to archive this feeling somewhere, somehow. And this blog will have to do. Mixed in with excitement and wonder is a tiny, but unmistakable, fear and sadness. For the past 3.5 years, I know who I am; what my role is. My life is school. But in 5 months, I will have to figure everything out once again.
And I guess that’s just how life is. You get comfortable, and it’s time to move on.
I want to make a point of savouring and making the most out of this last little stretch of my 4-year program.
And in 5 months, or 5 years, I can look back and decide it was all worth it.
Filed under: Graphic Design, My Friends, School Life, Triumphs & Heartbreaks | Tags: agenda, fundraising, Graphic Design, school
The first week of the last year of my schooling career has come and gone. The workload seems impossibly heavy combined with fundraising for the grad show. I’m already overwhelmed and a little bit scared. But as is with anything that scares me is I avoid it as much as I can until I absolutely cannot avoid it any longer. And then I plunge into it.
And I guess this is as good a time as any.
Like so many years before, I promised myself to be more assertive this year. Except this time, I will be.
Babies for Sale
The Jo and I have been siamese twins for the past 2 weeks trying to construct as many agendas as we can. It’s been tedious work, but at the end of the morning, I couldn’t have asked for a better teammate. It helps that we like each other.
This is probably one of the most extensive and real design projects that I’ve ever done. It was nothing short of a miracle for us to be able to make just about every design decision together.
If Joann and I had a baby, this is what it would look like:
Our babies are 20 bucks a pop. Beatrice not included. Buy them! And do what you will with them. We don’t judge.
Last night, amidst the unusual heat, I had an unusual dream about one of my oldest, and best, friends Mildew.
He calls me to meet him at a place that could’ve been a train station of sorts. He tells me that he’s decided to pursue his fashion designing career somewheres other than Vancouver. He wanted to let me know and say goodbye.
We chat about his future, and in the background his father says it’s 11 and they have to leave now or the train/plane/whatever transportation means will leave without them.
Mildew ignores him the first couple of times and finally says he should go. We hug, and I remembered thinking, how weird, we almost never hug. And the few times we did, it always felt awkward.
I wished him luck, and he left.
And I remembered feeling sad.
In reality, Mildew set off to London for his fashion designing education 2 years ago. We weren’t at our closest then – I had my boyfriend, and he had his (whom I was not particularly fond of); I just started school, and he was about to start; I liked my new friends, and I didn’t like his.
So I didn’t let on that I was sad to see him go, even though I was.
It’s not something I think about too much, if at all, now. But some days I miss him. It’s not very often that somebody comes along and makes you feel like you can do the worst thing, and their opinions of you would stay the same because they have gotten to know you better than you know yourself.
Filed under: Graphic Design, School Life | Tags: Graphic Design, packaging, school
School is consuming a large amount of my waking hours. I haven’t had to pull any all-nighters as of yet, but I can foresee several in the next 2 weeks. Deadlines are as follows:
March 30 Monday: Radio Station project due
- brochure
- homepage
- advertisements
April 7 Tuesday: Apparel Packaging project due
- tie box
- hang tag
- sock wrap-around label
April 8 Wednesday: Self Promotional project due
- press kit
- note pad
- buttons
April 9 Thursday: Portfolio Website due
I am especially concerned about the apparel packaging and the self promotional project. So far I only have several concept sketches. Figuring out the dimensions and construction will be difficult, not to mention hunting for card materials and printing.
