Resident Non-Expert

The title of this post was going to be “Resident Idiot,” but I’m working hard on (and very occasionally succeeding in) eliminating  the self-criticism and negative self-talk, and calling myself an idiot isn’t very nice (even if I’m joking). It’s not something I’d say to a friend, and really, we should treat ourselves in a friendly way, right?

I spent some time in this post talking about what it was like when I started out as a graphic designer. What it was like learning how to be good at that job. Time spent doing things wrong, or at least doing them very inefficiently; the process of building up a stock of experience, tips and tricks and lessons learned until I felt like I could tackle just about anything. And how it was going to be hard to be back at square one with a new career – feeling clueless, having the wrong answers, knowing how much there is still to learn.

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The Times, They Are A-Changin’

Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
– Bob Dylan

The times, they are changing. For me, for my friends, for my family. For everyone. Classmates are graduating and starting their careers. My cousin and his wife just packed up their lives and moved to California for a new job opportunity. Me? I quit my job, moved across the state to live with three college girls I don’t even know, am in the process of a heart-wrenching change in my personal life and am starting an internship at a huge power plant where I don’t know anyone.

Photo courtesy of scrap_pile's photostream on Flickr.com

Photo courtesy of scrap_pile’s photostream on Flickr.com

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Tales of a [Former] Graphic Designer Turned Full-Time Engineering Student

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.

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