This week has proven more difficult than I could have ever expected, it started on Monday with a pointless meeting at 8am (notice that I don’t have to go to class until 12) So I’m awake earlier than usual, meeting with a group about a project I don’t want to work on for a class that I don’t hate but deeply dislike. This class was optional at the beginning of this year, and when it came to the attention of the creators of the class that almost 70% of my class chose not to show up, the class was made mandatory. But I digress, third period was yet another class I don’t particularly like (mostly because I don’t see the point of it) but anyways, our teacher had given homework on O-space which is a bit uncommon for us, so none of us had the homework done, our teacher instead of getting mad, he became very rude and started making sarcastic remarks towards some of my classmates, a rather petty attitude that you would not expect from an adult, and yet less from a teacher.
The rest of the week was what could be described as “a series of unfortunate events” and I’m not talking about the series of children’s books written by Lemony Snicket, just nasty times, burnt my left hand trying to regulate the voltage on my homemade Tesla Coil, somehow managed to disassemble the largest letterpress while using it, (which took a lotta work to put together again) And so on.
But back to class, Thursday, capstone, focus.
The first presentation was all about finding a good job that not only pays well but is something you like to do. The way the presentation went seemed a bit too aggressive, or maybe is just that I clearly don’t care much about criticism, not enough to worry me at least. I know that if I fail as a product designer, I can always fall back on my career on the cooking business, it wouldn’t be the first I’ve had to start from square one. I’d definitely rather be a dirty gypsy, an underpaid carpenter, or a Mexican fisherman than work for a design place that takes such toll on your self-esteem by crapping on your work in such way. Now, here’s where the discussion comes in…We spent a rather large part of the class discussing the work critiques here at Otis, and weather they take a toll on you by being too soft, unlike the HARD AND MEAN real world out there. You think your critiques are soft, come over to IPD one of these days to get your ass handed back to you on a disposable plastic tray.
Sorry, I just can't come up with a way to tie this back to creativity this time around, I can't even think of a witty way to insert a movie into this response.