But I am that guy.
I'm that guy right now.
A 15-year cycle just ceased to exist. That cycle is college. I've been slithering in to and out of college for so many years... and now I don't ever have to go back.
What a feeling... but I can't help wondering where I would be now if I would have finished when I was supposed to.
My first major back in 1995 was graphic design, so I'd probably be an uninspiring artist fighting the advances in technology.
I guess the outcome isn't terrible at all.
My first major back in 1995 was graphic design, so I'd probably be an uninspiring artist fighting the advances in technology.
I guess the outcome isn't terrible at all.
At the end of every semester I would sit and thumb through my old notebooks checking to see if I should keep something before stuffing the recycle bin.
Since this is the last time I will have to do it I will share some of the random notes (and doodles) I scrawled down while in class.
Don't kill – need them for labor.
Truths are invented.
Indigenous Resistance.
400 words to describe cattle among the Nuer.
You can be outraged.
Humor: Think small.
Hmm... I know I did a lot of thinking about disc golf, but monocles? I must have been feeling quite pompous that day.
Now that college is over I guess I should start looking for a job.
I may need to clean up a bit first though.
The departure of the District Weekly from my life felt like a sucker punch. I remember reading the first issue on the Gondola Getaway dock back in 2007. The publication seemed similar to what I was looking for in a job/internship.
Unfortunately, the horror stories of print media I'd been listening to for years hit home.
It was fun while it lasted, District – or at least fun up to the point when you couldn't pay for the last two projects I completed.
Lastly, Dish beat the crap out of her nursing program.
I'm extremely proud of her overcoming the daily battles with somewhat dubious professors. Soon she'll be a bona fide nurse – and I hear she doesn't mind looking at weird skin conditions or ligament/joint pains – so ask away!
*chuckle, chuckle
A bunch of time has returned to my daily life – maybe too much actually. So, shocking this blog back to life shouldn't be much of a problem. Next topic: Jeremy is a husband.
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Congrats on graduating! We need to grab a drink senor!
dish looks so happy. you guys are like doing stuff, like taking steps and shit. thanks for the inspiration.
Welcome to the failing economy. Maybe you should go back to school, Its safer in there.
What a feeling... but I can't help wondering where I would be now if I would have finished when I was supposed to.
I almost cried when I read this part.
@David – hey man. that would be great.
@Robing - Thanks, Rob – and you're welcome.
@Your Mom – ha! Thanks for the encouragement. I love you Mom, but you know the old saying, "Mom is always right?" Is the adage still true when your mom is a downer AND her name is Debi? I hope not. :) (the colon/parenthesis is a sideways happy face – meaning that's what I'm doing right now.)
@Anonymous - Please don't hate me for bringing you down. Thank you for commenting, stranger.
Nice post, John. We're all proud of you. Go out into that mean world and hand them their nuts on a platter.
Now - why is there a picture of a different red head in a nurse's outfit on your page? That's not dish, is it? And if not - I'm telling.
Ok. Nevermind. From far away she looked different. She's smiling so hard, I thought she was asian. Don't tell her I said that.
I love the intro. im 17 years old and trying to do my best to focus on whave i could be. :) Such a good reminder to me.
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