Done done done done and DONE!!
I've been mentally done for almost a month now (shame on me), but now I am actually done with my junior year. David Macaulay presenting us all with gifts of the now out-of-print Building the Book: Cathedral was a pretty fabulous way to end my third year at RISD, and a fun semester all in all. I got a firm handshake and a genuine well-wisher for my future, too. Both were appreciated!
As for junior reviews... There seems to be a karmic trend in my life where, if I say that something is likely to happen, it most definitely will not; and likewise, if I badmouth something, it ends up being fantastic.
Don't ask me why, but I expected junior reviews to be drawn out and painful, and a poor way to spend my time when I could beprocrastinating from packing. It was, in fact, not painful at all, and went by quickly. My reviewers were pithy, energetic, and enthusiastic for me, and seemed sincerely invested in the development of my work.
So there I was, proven wrong by life again, just like when I said Tangled was going to be awful ("Why can't they just call it Rapunzel? And why is the typeface for it so goddamned ugly?!"), just like when I declared my many options for summer housing (each of which fell through, except for my last option, which I am taking).
This is an artless, masturbatory post about how I am finally done with the pleasantly disguised hell that is RISD* and how I can spend my summer slaving away on Wes Anderson's movie set, whine about how I missed my chance on getting a junior review t-shirt, and actually train properly for judo.
And now I must go pack and drink coffee to keep myself up and running. Moroccan food celebration tonight at Sensei's? or crashing the Brown University graduation dance party with B? Choices, choices...
Bisous!
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*And I mean this in the most loving way, without question. But I think I will appreciate RISD most once I'm out of here.
I've been mentally done for almost a month now (shame on me), but now I am actually done with my junior year. David Macaulay presenting us all with gifts of the now out-of-print Building the Book: Cathedral was a pretty fabulous way to end my third year at RISD, and a fun semester all in all. I got a firm handshake and a genuine well-wisher for my future, too. Both were appreciated!
As for junior reviews... There seems to be a karmic trend in my life where, if I say that something is likely to happen, it most definitely will not; and likewise, if I badmouth something, it ends up being fantastic.
Don't ask me why, but I expected junior reviews to be drawn out and painful, and a poor way to spend my time when I could be
So there I was, proven wrong by life again, just like when I said Tangled was going to be awful ("Why can't they just call it Rapunzel? And why is the typeface for it so goddamned ugly?!"), just like when I declared my many options for summer housing (each of which fell through, except for my last option, which I am taking).
This is an artless, masturbatory post about how I am finally done with the pleasantly disguised hell that is RISD* and how I can spend my summer slaving away on Wes Anderson's movie set, whine about how I missed my chance on getting a junior review t-shirt, and actually train properly for judo.
And now I must go pack and drink coffee to keep myself up and running. Moroccan food celebration tonight at Sensei's? or crashing the Brown University graduation dance party with B? Choices, choices...
Bisous!
------
*And I mean this in the most loving way, without question. But I think I will appreciate RISD most once I'm out of here.
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