I’m talking about money today on the blog. Is that tacky? Oh well.
Photo courtesy of ginza-line’s photostream on Flickr.
It’s senior year and many of my school friends are graduating either this December or next May, with me. There’s a different energy this year. A feeling of wrapping up, moving on, anxiousness, impatience. And there’s a lot of talk about job offers. Lots of people are making decisions on offers that have been made by companies they have interned with. Especially for those graduating in December, now is the time to make those choices. It’s an exciting time. This is what everyone has worked so hard to achieve. This is the payoff. Walking off campus with a diploma and a job that will pay off all those student loans and stock the fridge with something nicer than ramen noodles. Continue reading →
This post was going to be about how my experiences so far in my internship (though interesting and enjoyable) have shown me that almost nothing I’ve learned in school is preparing me to actually be an engineer. Which is true. However in the course of discussing this idea with a friend, the conversation turned into an argument wherein I was told to stop complaining, pick up a book or search the internet and learn these basic engineering skills that I say I’m so sorely lacking.
So which is it? Should I expect to be taught engineering fundamentals in school where I’m paying thousands of dollars a year to be educated or should I suck it up and teach these things to myself at the library and with guidance from Professor Google? As with most things in life, I don’t think the answer is black and white. Continue reading →
My blog is having a little bit of an identity crisis. How does one write a blog about being a graphic designer who is going back to school for an engineering degree if one is no longer a graphic designer?
Today is my last day at work. I’m cleaning off my computer, packing boxes, taking down pictures and sending out emails to thank people I’ve enjoyed working with. This afternoon I will hand over my staff ID card and scrape the staff parking pass off my windshield. I will no longer be able to park right outside my classes or check out library books for six months. As much as I’ve anticipated this day and worked hard to coordinate all the details to make it possible, being a full-time university employee while also attending school for the past four years has really become my identity. And it’s going to be really strange walking away from it.