The Summer of Unicorns

Thirteen days is not enough of a break between semesters. Especially not when your last break was also only thirteen days. Especially when the longest break you’ve gotten for the last three years is three weeks in December. These are breaks from class, mind you, not from work. Only going to work is like a vacation.

I remember, when I finished my art degree, telling myself that I would never, ever, in a million years, go to school again. I felt like I’d just crawled across the finish line of a marathon (something that I could never do, so you marathon runners, just replace this metaphor with something that sounds impossible to you…you know…like running across the entire country or swimming from New York to England…something along those lines). And that feeling didn’t go away like I thought it would. I remembered, vividly, how burnt out I had felt for a long, long time. And then, apparently, I forgot. Because here I am.

Continue reading

Advertisements

Getting Caught Being 32

Another brand new fall semester is almost upon us. Soon bikes will start shooting out of nowhere, the sidewalks will resemble the crowd at Dick Clark’s New Years Rockin’ Eve and I will be able to crowd surf down the halls of the engineering building. Fall is exciting, but also a little intimidating. The career and internship advice flyers go back up on the backs of the bathroom doors. The student groups recruit in earnest. Something about fall makes me feel very “non-traditional.”

It's not New Year's, it's campus in September! Photo courtesy of Bill Larkin's photostream on Flickr.

It’s not New Year’s, it’s campus in September!
Photo courtesy of Bill Larkin’s photostream on Flickr.

Continue reading

That Weird Girl Who Wears Sweatpants Everyday

I have to buy a suit. I’ve attempted to buy a suit numerous times before. When I say attempted, I mean I have walked into the store, browsed the price tags and winced in pain before walking back out.

Up to this point I haven’t had to buy a suit. Any compulsion to buy a suit has been more because, as a professional adult, I felt I should own one. Being, thus far, a “creative professional,” however, I have been able to get away with not needing a suit. Even for a job interview, a graphic designer can pretty easily get away with wearing something well-put-together but more artistic and trendy than formal. Wearing a suit to a graphic design interview might even be a strike against you at some companies.

Suit photos are so ridiculous. Who walks into a job interview like this?

Suit photos are so ridiculous. Who walks into a job interview like this?

Continue reading