Well, the hardest part of the course is over, I have thought up a satisfying and suitably obscure blog name. Phew.
The first week back from my seven or eight months of stewing in my own filth over the summer holidays has been a serious shock to the system. Nights of debauchery, followed by subsequent days of dozing in and out of consciousness are over. Early nights and bright mornings fill my foreseeable future, laid out like a metaphorical path of hot coals, a symbolic minefield of deadlines, multiple deadlines, and some more deadlines.
I would first like to point out that my late starting of this blog is not due to idleness, for I have been working very hard, competitively completing my briefs to as high a standard I can muster, so that in the future, I will emerge as king of this castle, the master of the Visual Communication genre, bow before my greatness.
The first day back we were thrown in at the deep end, given our brief within hours of stepping in the door, on a dark, drizzly Monday morning, no doubt. Eight weeks, four projects, no sleep. We started with the ‘Thank You’ project, where we were asked to choose a person in history that has done something that deserves recognition. Sounds simple, you might think? Perhaps, might even sound fun? Oh, boy, how you are mistaken.
Through the development process, we all started with logical ideas of people to think, I thought maybe to thank teachers, then perhaps even cows. But as we progressed though the critique process, we became aware that our choices were all wrong. Apparently, cows don’t readily offer themselves up for slaughter; therefore don’t deserve the thanks that I was planning on bestowing upon then. News to me.
So I broadened my thankful horizons, thinking who has helped me in my life. Considering I live a sheltered life of Coronation Street and roast dinners, no one jumped immediately into my mind. Then it hit me, my only flaw! My poor vision has plagued me throughout my life, the fear of somehow loosing my glasses wake me up in the depth of night, a cold sweat furnishing my brow.
The first usable glasses were invented in 1284 by a wonderful Italian man (I know, I know; wonderful AND Italian?) named Salvino D’Armate. Thanks to ol’ Salvito, I can now live my life without constantly walking into walls, and slipping under busses, which is always annoying.
The first week back from my seven or eight months of stewing in my own filth over the summer holidays has been a serious shock to the system. Nights of debauchery, followed by subsequent days of dozing in and out of consciousness are over. Early nights and bright mornings fill my foreseeable future, laid out like a metaphorical path of hot coals, a symbolic minefield of deadlines, multiple deadlines, and some more deadlines.
I would first like to point out that my late starting of this blog is not due to idleness, for I have been working very hard, competitively completing my briefs to as high a standard I can muster, so that in the future, I will emerge as king of this castle, the master of the Visual Communication genre, bow before my greatness.
The first day back we were thrown in at the deep end, given our brief within hours of stepping in the door, on a dark, drizzly Monday morning, no doubt. Eight weeks, four projects, no sleep. We started with the ‘Thank You’ project, where we were asked to choose a person in history that has done something that deserves recognition. Sounds simple, you might think? Perhaps, might even sound fun? Oh, boy, how you are mistaken.
Through the development process, we all started with logical ideas of people to think, I thought maybe to thank teachers, then perhaps even cows. But as we progressed though the critique process, we became aware that our choices were all wrong. Apparently, cows don’t readily offer themselves up for slaughter; therefore don’t deserve the thanks that I was planning on bestowing upon then. News to me.
So I broadened my thankful horizons, thinking who has helped me in my life. Considering I live a sheltered life of Coronation Street and roast dinners, no one jumped immediately into my mind. Then it hit me, my only flaw! My poor vision has plagued me throughout my life, the fear of somehow loosing my glasses wake me up in the depth of night, a cold sweat furnishing my brow.
The first usable glasses were invented in 1284 by a wonderful Italian man (I know, I know; wonderful AND Italian?) named Salvino D’Armate. Thanks to ol’ Salvito, I can now live my life without constantly walking into walls, and slipping under busses, which is always annoying.
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