#and then i redo the entire semester

[nightcrawlerblood]

i am so glad i don't live in a country with seasons because a cc-in-winter arc would unlock new and exciting varieties of depression previously unknown to mankind

[dragonpyre]

coming from a high schooler that’s losing their shit over upcoming midterms, thank you. I’m trying my best to not send myself into spirals thinking about college and a job career despite my friends seeming to have all of their lives together, and your post really helped. graduation is a whole 6 months away, I hope I make it there happily.

You are so welcome ❤️ I’m happy I could help!

[bitchfitch]

Idk what the moral of this story is going to be but I was reminded of something that happened while I was in college.

This was in a public speaking class, and the teacher wanted to make us practice verbal communication by separating us out into little groups of 3/4 students and giving us prompts for which we needed to come up with as many idea/responses to within 5 minutes as possible.

Now. I don't know why she thought that was an appropriate way to teach Verbal communication, because my group would have 20-30+ unique ideas, while every other group had 5 or 6. We Lapped every other group. And this is because I'm Mute. I can't talk. at 17 I was already incapable of speaking loud enough to be heard in an active classroom like that.

so my group just. Didn't talk. We each put our heads down and Banged out as many ideas as we each individually could, and just crossed off duplicates when it came time to count. because verbal communication just slowed you down in that kind of task. We didn't have to make Good ideas, just a Lot of them.

And anyways that was the 1 day of class I got a good grade bc the college wouldn't accept a doctor's note with the words 'vocal paralysis' and 'extensive nerve damage' on it as evidence as to why I, a mute, should be excused from the class that required you to be able to talk

[practically-an-x-man]

might have covid :(

[wizardnuke]

i have to do classwork i have to do classwork but i have a tummyache i have to do classwork

[voidboymads]

Steter Prompt : Stiles doesn't set Peter on fire at the end of S1, but saves him instead

...I just realized while going to post it that I messed up a bit and did the saving at the wrong part D; I hope that's okay! >.< If not, I can totally redo it T_T

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It’s a last-minute decision that Stiles makes as he hands the brewed concoction over to Jackson in the car. The glass flask slips from his fingers as it transfers hands and with it, the guts to throw it in the first place. All night he’d been adamant about - about well murder to be honest. After everything with Lydia and the entire town in chaos, it only felt logical to help Scott. That also meant helping Derek but he was still fuzzy on where Derek stood with the rest of them. Something on the drive over gnawed at Stiles, though. He couldn’t stop remembering the parking garage - the conversation he’d had with Peter.

That crazy psycho was going to give him a gift.

A ‘what if’ he’d been fawning over all semester while watching Scott try to figure things out. Sure, jealousy was there - even amidst the friendship and the desire to help but he couldn’t stop thinking about Peter’s question.

Even if he knew his answer would remain the same, the thought that someone felt that he had the potential to be something more than what he was, more than the comedic relief and a wiz with the computer, was pretty fucking nice.

Peter had called him the clever one.

Decisions. Decisions.

“Wait, Jackson - it actually might not work!” He screams this as they exit the car - pulling right up to the big showdown, but it does no use. Jackson throws the flask anyway. When Peter catches it, Stiles sucks in a shaky breath - a hopeful gasp as it remains intact.

It’s only when the arrow from Allison’s bow hits it - igniting it, that Stiles loses it all. There’s a chance that it won’t engulf him with just his arm aflame but then Jackson takes his own flask and throws it without a second thought.

Peter is wrapped in waves of fire and Scott is sending him to the ground and all Stiles can think is that Peter called him the clever one.

“Derek - if you do this, I’m dead.” Scott’s words filter in and Stiles realizes Peter’s not on fire anymore. He’s lying on the ground, burned to a crisp. Derek hangs over him, glaring down at him with a purpose. The purpose they were all there for that night, and yet - Stiles feels a tug in his chest and his feet are moving on their own. “ - what am I supposed to do?” Scott sounds desperate, but Derek’s gaze won’t stray from Peter’s face.

“You’ve already decided,” Peter gasps, his body bloody and shaking from physical trauma. Stiles’ heart is hammering so loud in his chest, he’s sure everyone there can hear it but all noise begins to drown out again - Peter’s words ringing through like he’s the only one there. “I can smell it on you!”

Derek raises his clawed hand and Stiles flings himself between them without hesitation. “Wait!” He yells, shielding himself over Peter’s body and he just knows - he knows the choice he’s made and the ramifications that will follow from it. He almost expects Derek to claw the shit out of him for mere spite of ruining his crowning moment but silence follows. A heavy one that seems to stretch out for too long.

Stiles lifts his head, his eyes catching everyone’s faces as they stare back at him with mixtures of shock and disbelief. Derek’s screams anger - flared nostrils, brows scrunched, a glaring gaze fixated no longer on Peter, but on him. Those claws remain out, his hand still lifted in the air and Stiles thinks this is it. All the good he’s sure he’s done - all the help he’s given to Scott and Derek and the rest. It’s all for nothing because Derek’s ready to kill him and make sure that Peter drags him down to hell with him.

Except, nothing happens.

Derek lowers his hand, anger slipping into heated confusion as Peter struggles to breathe beneath them. “Why -?”

“I know you want this and I know you have every right but it’s too much.” He’s not exactly sure what he’s doing but he won’t move from his spot. He keeps his arms over Peter as if that might help - though he knows it won’t. But he can’t let this happen - not while he’s in this perplexed state. He can’t tell Derek that Peter called him the clever one and it makes him feel a certain way.

“What the hell are you doing?” Argent’s yelling across the open space, hugging Allison close to him. He’ll never let her out of his sight if Scott stays the way he is, but he can’t let either of them touch Peter.

“He’s done too much,” Derek huffs, and Stiles nods, grimacing as Peter coughs.

“I know - ”

“Stiles,” Scott takes a few steps towards them. “Even if I wanted to stop Derek, it’d be me all the same. I need this or I - I can’t - ”

Peter makes some horrible gurgling noise and Stiles looks back down at him, the stench of his burned body almost a shock to the system at seeing Peter’s icy blue gaze looking back at him. “You don’t know if it’ll work. No one does. Derek and Peter - they were born as wolves. What if - ”

Derek growls and grabs Stiles by the scruff of his shirt. “What the hell does it matter? Get out of the way!” He’s about to toss Stiles and if he gets too far, it’ll be too late. He doesn’t know what he can say to change their minds. It’s a hard win knowing what all they’ve been through.

“H- he is all you have left.” Stiles stammers out. “I know he’s done bad things but he’s your family.” Derek growls again and Stiles shakes like a leaf in his grasp.

“I can always make a new one.” Electric blue eyes flash at Stiles, momentarily stunning him and he knows. He knows if Derek does this and takes that power from Peter that it might be all over for the rest of them. He opens his mouth to protest - to say anything to keep this filibuster going in hopes of winning but Derek surprises him, suddenly dropping him to his feet. “But I can wait. You want him so badly?” He pushes Stiles over, tripping him on the way down.

Stiles lands right next to Peter, catching blue eyes on him as he tries to push himself up.

“You can be his new nurse - since he killed the old one. And when he regains his strength and kills you too, then I’ll have him right back here where I want him.” The words are spoken so harshly that it brings a burning flush to Stiles’ face. He’s done something that can’t be taken back and he can’t even bring himself to look at Scott.

No one but Peter, who’s looking at him like he wants to say something.

“Okay,” Stiles shuts his eyes. “He’s my responsibility.” As much as that might not even be true, he says it anyway.

When he opens his eyes, Peter’s slowly shift to red in their shared silence and Stiles finally feels seen as a deal is made.

[aghostnamedcalamity]

how does Benjamin do in school?

For the most part, Benjamin does very well in school. He’s pretty intelligent and he’s good at it, but he doesn’t enjoy academics the way Mordecai does.

TW UNDER THE CUT: ADDICTION , DRUG USE , DEATH , SUBSTANCE ABUSE

The only time Benjamin performed poorly in school was when he first started college. His mother passed away just before his first semester and he was struggling with a lot of unresolved issues about her absence in his life and then her premature departure just when they were beginning to connect. After getting caught up with the wrong crowd, he began to use various substances that continuously escalated.

He became addicted to opioids, causing his grades to drop exponentially. This is sort of how Mordecai finds out, and afterward tries to interfere but they had a bit of a falling out due to Benjamin not doing well at the time and angrily confronting him about his lack of loving displays and overall just being a rather emotionless individual; feeling Mordecai was no longer in a place to ‘act like he cared now’.

This is a pretty important event in my headcanon that significantly helps shape Benjamin’s and Mordecai’s relationship as Ben becomes an adult. As emotionless as Mord can be, he really did care and still tried to rise to the occasion when things became serious. Benjamin almost overdoses at one point and this is, by far, the moment Mordecai has shown the most emotions towards him in Benji’s entire life.

He survived the ordeal and Mordecai made sure to get him back on his feet. Mordecai does try to be a bit more vocally supportive after this, making their relationship more comfortable in the long run. Benjamin was able to get back into his schooling and ended up doing very well afterward, eventually becoming a doctor at Barnes Hospital.

This picture is super old and from another ask, but it still stands. I might have to redo it at some point though.

[maxicaiman]

KO-FI SHOP IS FULLY STOCKED FOR THE HOLIDAYS!!

HELLO EVERYONE!!! A lot has happened in this last few weeks, but I have good news!! I have finally gotten everything in my shop either stocked or ordered, so we are fully up for the holiday season!!

I will not be adding any new merch until next year! I need to focus on paying for my final semester of college, so this is my form of income to do that! This is NOT an emergency, it's just nice to not have to spend every penny I have right now.

Any pin orders I have received before today (11/20) will be shipped out tomorrow (hopefully!). I will be home until December 1st, then hopefully back home for the 6th, and then home for a month! I will be able to ship orders through this entire time.

Anyone who has ordered either of my charms (Rodimus or TFA Trio), your charms will not be included in your envelopes! I just placed the order in for those, hopefully they will arrive before Christmas to be sent out! I will keep you updated!

I will be redoing my TF One stickers! I was unhappy with their appearances, and did not get many orders, so I will wait and redo them before opening them up again! If you ordered a sticker, I will send you a new one without any need to re-purchase!

And my final note for the evening: I am running a sale for my pins!! Anyone who buys pins will save 20% with code BLUE at check out!! This is good until the 20th of December!

SO!! With this very long yap of mine, I hope you all have a wonderful day/evening, and thank you to all who have supported me so far!!

[dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth]

So when I was in college, I initially began with my lifelong dream to become an artist. I was in fine arts, trying to get a degree, with 15 credits my 1st semester of almost entirely art courses, save a single college introduction class I was required to complete.

And yet I lasted 1 semester before switching majors.

It was one professor in particular who completely burned me the fuck out by being a relentless motherfucking piece of shit. I'd actually written to the dean half way through that semester about the professor, and he was never seen again at the college after said semester ended. Whether he was fired or left, I'm not sure.

But nobody liked this man.

Said professor on the very first day saw a student who bought the correct size sketch pad but the slightly wrong type (it was an incorrect paper weight), and he straight up flipped the pages lazily and, in front of the entire class, loudly declared, "You will never get an A in my class." Not once, not twice, but three times he said this in the span of one minute to the girl.

He told students repeatedly throughout the semester that they would never make it as artists.

However, it was obvious that I was his primary target.

No matter how incredible and accurate my works were, even when other professors I had repeatedly and deeply commended me for the things I drew or modeled or crafted, this one professor continuously told me, more than anyone else, that I was a terrible artist. Word for word he said, "You are a terrible artist." Or alternatively, after every class, he'd see my assigned drawing and inevitably say to me, "Your drawing is terrible."

At one point, everyone in the class sat in an arc and did the exact same drawing of shaded rectangular objects in a still life from different angles, and at the end, each student put their works on display in the fine arts building so it was the first thing anyone saw when entering. A huge honor!!

But the professor saw mine, no different from anyone else's, and said, "This is unacceptable. It's all wrong. You cannot hang this up." And he made me redo the piece overall to even consider it for a grade, then still never let me hang it because, somehow, it was still unacceptable.

Not a single artwork I completed in his course received above a C+ grade.

And at the end of the semester, my professor told me word for word, "You have no business being an artist. Why are you taking art classes?"

I looked at him and replied with something to the effect of, "I was going to be an artist, but I don't want to anymore because of you." I then took my fucking sketchbook and walked out without another word.

I switched majors after this.

My spirit was broken. For years I did not draw at all. I hardly made any art whatsoever for a good 6 years, in truth. I used to come home and draw every single day for over a decade!!! I took my sketchbook to the beach and drew on the beach!! I took it with me when I went traveling with my family to any place at all!! My middle and high school teachers knew me for my art, and I even entered into competitions sometimes, and had pieces I'd drawn put in college galleries on several occasions!!! I literally sat there making art every single day religiously!!!! It was all I ever did growing up!!!

And yet for 6 years it actually mentally hurt me like a knife ripping a fissure in my brain if I even so much as lifted a pencil or tablet pen. I couldn't even begin to fathom drawing anything. Ever. Not to any extent.

My professor had told me so many cruel things, said such terrible stuff about my skills and ability as an artist.

So why would I want to make art after all that??

What reason did I have to be an artist when I was so awful at art as a whole???

And I genuinely believed this for so many years. I dreaded art, I'll even admit I feared it!

But all the same... I missed it terribly. I'd do small things here and there, minor pixel sprites for like an RPG Maker character, but nothing akin to the full cityscapes I'd draw, or the large 4ft x 2ft fantasy still life pieces, let alone realism portraits. And truthfully, I was lucky to so much as complete the very rough sketch layout of anything at all. I actually fully completed maybe 4 things from start to finish in that time frame of 6 years.

I'd gone from hundreds of pieces per year to 4 pieces in 6 years.

It felt like a failure of all that I stood for, and everything I was and worked to achieve my entire life.

Yet the yearning for art, the freedom of creation, it never eluded me regardless of what I tried to do. It felt like a desperate, innocent soul bound in chains and tortured endlessly without a way to be free from his binds unless he could make art once more.

And finally, early last year, I said fuck it.

I could be the world's worst artist, and still make art. It didn't have to be good or acceptable to anybody, myself included, in order for it to be worthy of being called art.

I didn't have to be incredible at art to be deemed worth of the title of artist.

So long as I made things, entirely regardless of what anyone said about them, I was free. Neither approval nor disapproval had any right to determine my validity or my permission to create in any capacity.

Last year, I picked up art again. Not entirely drawing, but instead other forms. 3D models of my characters put in custom scenery photoshopped and edited by myself. Pixel drawings done by keyboard and mouse. Physical pixel pieces with Perler beads melted together. Sewing plushies and various blankets both by hand and machine.

I wanted to liberate myself from the shackles of judgment and stop equating the approval of my art to the right to make art at all.

And it was a fucking grueling, long 6 years. Truly, it was fucking hard.

Yet I did it because not a damn soul has the right to tell me I can't. Not even myself. I'm not going to let others bar me from creativity anymore.

These 3 pieces are pixel drawings I did in the last year. Fully and entirely digital pixel art done by hand.

These are 2 physical pixel pieces I have done in the last year. That 1st one used over 12,000 beads placed by hand.

Those are 2 Photoshop pieces I made using various assets I edited by hand to fit the overall scene.

And these two pieces I made in Photoshop just this week with various assets, as well as my own modeled characters. I had them professionally printed, then put them in frames, and I'm proud to say that both will be on display at a local queer center for their transgender art show on Transgender Day of Visibility next Friday. :)

I've hauled ASS to make this happen. The countless late nights I've spent just creating until I lost track of time are... astounding. There were times I buried myself in creativity so much that I would start at 8pm and suddenly it was 5am and I had no idea of which day. I have to begin physical therapy because I've aggravated an old injury by doing so much art lately.

But you know what?

It brings me immense joy to make the things I do.

I could have the whole world up my ass yelling and screaming from the mountaintops that my art is shit and I'm terrible at what I do, and I wouldn't give a goddamn fuck about it. I'll sit in my little corner making the things I do, having fun, and enjoying myself.

Because approval has no bearing on my right to create anything.

So let this show anyone, no matter who you are or what you feel about your skill, that you're allowed to create regardless of opinions and approval. The fact that you make anything at all is incredible, and you yourself are doing amazing just for the mere fact that you're creating art of any sort.

Don't stop making art. Even if the world is against you, keep making it. Even if everyone says it's terrible, keep making stuff. Even if the top of the top tells you you'll never make it, tell yourself it doesn't matter, and keep creating art.

Because your freedom to create is more important than the approval of what you create.

The freedom of creativity is more important than your level of skill at creating what you do.

Terrible art is better than no art. And truly you'll find the more you make, the less you'll feel bad about what you make because the joy of creating outshines the fear of doubt.

Fuck the haters. You are worthy of creativity regardless.

[freewillacquired]

{out of mutations} Alright guys, real talk for a second. I've got a work meeting on Friday (1/31) that I'm really nervous about. I might lose my job, but if I don't, I'll get a lot of work dumped on me for no extra pay. Either way, not a good meeting. My anxiety is having a blast with this entire situation, and it's affecting my muse, focus, creativity, etc.

I hate to do this because I've been skipping these blogs a lot, but I'm going to skip them this Weds (1/29) and again next week. This week is because my muse for my RE characters is so low, it's like pulling teeth to write for them. I'll be writing on other blogs that come easier to me this week to be kind to my own mental health. Next week I'll skip because Tues-Weds (2/4-2/5) I'll be grading hundreds of forum assignments. I know I've been so sparsely here lately, but it's just a bad time with work, combined with everything always happening on or interfering with Wednesdays for me for some reason.

I anticipate being back here on 2/12. I'll make every effort to do that because then I'm grading again on the 19th. My boss changed the forums assignments with very little notice before the start of the semester, so all my spreadsheets, grading rubrics, and feedback templates that make everything quick and streamlined? Garbage. I have to redo them all from scratch. So that's why every time one of these assignments is due, I'll need extra time to deal with them.

If anyone decides they'd rather not write with me anymore because my activity is so low, I would completely understand. For those who decide to stick with me, I promise I'm not giving up on my RE blogs, it's just a lull while I sort some things out with work. Thank you for your patience and understanding, I really do appreciate it.

See everyone back here on 2/12!

[waxxencapri]

Shmilk is releasing at the same time I need to turn in a very important test that I need to 100% or else I have to redo the entire semester and I think that sense of dread is very immersive! Feels like I am walking up the tower looking for the beast binding spell myself!

[lunar-antlion]

(tldr at the end)

just came out as trans to my therapist. This is the first time in my life i have actually ever spoken these words out loud. It's a truth i only recently fully accepted but have known basically my entire life.

I'm not gonna have a big coming out bc this is for me. My main goal is gonna be getting on hormones, I already contacted my local lgbtqia+ association for all necessary information on getting hrt in my country..

so that's a big fucking step wtf, love it though idk had to get completely baked after that therapy session and am still as of writing this so excuse the rambling.

my preferred pronouns are still they/them

anyways whatelse happened recently..

I was on vacation in berlin and it was so great. nobody knew me there so the freedom of being a complete stranger in such a queer city was eye opening - hence the "me accepting myself and starting to finally transition and stuff" thing afterwards.

Got a new haircut at LaBarBer✨ (queer barbershop in berlin)

Uni started and while i'm writing this "next semester" from ToP is playing wtf

anyways uni started and it's way less stressful as i expected and even though i have to redo the third semester, i'm only doing like six or seven classes this semester, because i did the others and the hospital hours for itlast year. idk if that makes sense btw.

tl:dr

Vacation in berlin:✨

Uni started: chill

me: 🏳️‍⚧️

[simsreaper]

Hiatus Announcement(long post sorry!! I like to yap) (TLDR at the bottom)

Hey yall, is it too late to say happy new year?? 🤨 I'm going on hiatus for some time, not entirely sure how long tbh. I've been wanting to fix my game and do a whole cc clean out of both mods and cc(especially cc) and give my game a good refresher so it can run good and decent and making playing it enjoyable. The simulation lag I experience sometimes pisses me off. I've also been playing a lot of sims 2 for the past 2 months and recently got back into sims 4 after updating the game and my mods so if you still want to see me active, feel free to check out my tagged blogs in my pinned post. I will still be posting on this account here and there(aka reblogging other people's posts) but I won't be doing any posts of my own until I'm satisfied with the state of my game.

I also want to add that I am officially retiring all my saves EXCEPT FOR THE HIX CHALLENGE, I literally can not abandon Pandora like that and I love her and the kids way too much. I'll most likely end up adding another save(JUST ONE, I SWEAR IT), it'll probably be a random legacy challenge.

Unfortunately, I'm most likely retiring my story saves, Wild Wild West and New Plum Grove, either forever or for the definite future. I wanted to work on the storytelling and plan them both out better and also make poses of my own that fit my stories better but never got around to spending time to do that so those will definitely not be coming back anytime soon(or ever???). My BACC is most likely going on hiatus but Cosmic Legacy and DITFT are definitely being retired, I am just bored with those saves and it's been quite some time so I don't think the energy is coming back for those. Maybe in the future I'll restart them.

I've also been wanting to redo my editing style for posts to be similar to how I edit my sims 4 gameplay and also how other simmers edit their sims 3 & 4 gameplay so expect when HIX comes back that it'll look a bit different in posting style than before.

I'm also back in school now and it's my last semester so I'm definitely going to be pretty busy and have low energy for going cc shopping and doing mod updates...but I'm going to hope that I'll be back by the end of the year! Fingers crossed!

TLDR: Going on hiatus for an indefinite time, I'll still be active on this blog with reblogging posts. My game needs the biggest refresh ever and I'm starting over with CC and some mods.

[beartitled]

Bear i genuinely need to know if you are on 15 coffees. How did you do that so detailed and nice????? How did you nake it so cool???? How do you have the talent and motivation???? How long did you draw to achieve this godly skill???

💕💞❤️💖💕Awwwww thank you 💕❤️💖💕💞❤️

Fun fact I actually don’t drink coffee (😨*shocked audience sounds*😨) or at least drink it very rarely, I dunno it just makes me more sleepy? for some reason? which is hilarious in this context

Hehe man I need to concentrate, but I can’t stop smiling

I’m very happy that people actually liked my picture book, it legit sends me away because it’s a personal project which took a ton of effort

Like fan arts, megadrawings, fan comics those are also mean a lot and made with love, but this project feels like showing a part of your soul

And when you see people actually enjoying it- just- ❤️💕💖💞💕❤️*ecstatic bear noises*💕❤️💖💕💞💕 *happy tiny jumps*💖💕❤️💕💖💞💖

(oki lemme put all my thoughts under read more, bc I didn’t expect to write that much 💥)

Answering the questions

I just love detailed stuff✨ Plus when you work on something for a long time, you can kinda think of something or subconsciously add even more visual details

Motivation comes from just a wish to finish something most of the time

When I work on big projects (that take months for example) I tend to go into 💪grind💪 state, where you just dedicate your entire time to making something

It a very interesting thing, because your life literally becomes this project for a few months, you wake up with a goal and make your day as productive as possible (after I finish something I can have a mini crisis, like wait this thing is over, wait I can do something different.. no I NEED A PURPOSE 💥💥💥 *aggressively starts yet another comic*)

Also I feel like uni played a major role in my productivity rate, bc you can have multiple projects in one semester and plus to that an assignment that just adds on every week

Imagine like inktober, but you decided to take 5 more prompt lists and every drawing you make is criticised by professor (so you need to make edits or redo your entire work)

This type of constant pressure just kinda makes you a different person in a way, at least it was my experience with it

And how much time (hehe don’t make me blush it’s not godly 👉👈), well entire life basically + almost 4 years of uni

Also wanted to say for people who are starting or just feel overwhelmed by other artists skills:

🫵Everyone starts with crappy pony drawings 🫵 (at least I did) (man if I ever find my first drawings I will show them)

The funniest thing is, I started drawing not because I wanted it to be good or to impress people

I just wanted a pony picture 💥 in a funky dress 💥💥 and my mum said “I’m tired of drawing horses for you, go do it yourself” 💥💥💥 and I did 💥‼️💥‼️💥💥

A lot of people chuckled at me bc the drawings were crappy, but I didn’t care 💥📣🗣️I’m the one holding a paper horse in a dress, not you 💥📣🗣️

So like, don’t sweat it, no art is bad – you put effort, you made it, it’s already worth attention and love

The idea of “good” is flawed and very vague anyway

The feeling of doubt is also normal, everyone has it time to time, without it we wouldn’t be able to improve

Just don’t let those thoughts consume you: appreciate your work and yourself 🫵❤️

Anyway thank you for this ask, it’s very sweet of you ❤️

Makes me incredibly happy that someone likes my stuff 🥺❤️💕💖🥺❤️💞

[lastbluetardis]

Not to be all crotchety boomer on main, but why are college students so… wussy?

They’re complaining that they need to remember everything from the entire semester for their final exam, and I’m just like yeah that’s how it works sweetie.

And they’re asking for all sorts of extra credit and I’m just like no I don’t offer extra credit and no you can’t redo the exam you got a 30% on and yes I still expect you to remember everything I asked you to memorize from September and no you cannot redo the homework you never did.

Like wtf bro. I’m not even ten years removed from my undergraduate days and I would never have dreamed of whining about my grade or my performance to my professor. What the fudge has happened??

[octadocad]

Writing Initiative #7

1. What have you learned about yourself doing this self-directed assignment?

To have better time management, To believe in myself and in my ideas more, To experiment more, that doing photo/video/music (not abstract) things are really fun.

2. What did you find to be the most difficult aspect of your chosen assignment? Creativity? Research? Connecting design to research? Craft? Organizational skills? Time management? Something else entirely?

I think I really want to work on my craft. I'm not sure if its just me being a hater but every time I make something, I feel like it always looks unfinished and never a complete body of work. Like its either missing something or really messy I'm not sure, so craft is something I want to work on for sure. The hardest thing though was actually starting. I have all these ideas but why do I wait until the last minute to start. That’s probably why I feel like what I make is incomplete because of my procrastination.

3. What did you enjoy about this opportunity?

I think a class like this is all I wanted from going to art school. Assignments that build on each other I feel like made me feel a sense a growth, compared to 3 completely different assignments. Since all my assignments had a general theme and research, connecting it all together felt like watching something grow.

4. How would you rate your performance over the course of the semester?

Immediately I was going to say bad and just focus on all the bad things without adding anything good. I can admit there was some rough moments but there was so much more than good. I really like that I felt like I've stepped more out of my comfort zone. I also was thinking a lot more and putting more meaning into my work which I've never done before. Thinking about metagraphy (hi cal), something I wish I did more was connect with all my classmates more. I met sooo many new people from this class but there was still a good majority of people that I've never talked to.

5. Hindsight is 20/20. What would you do differently, now that you've had this opportunity to work this way?

I would change nothing about the content of each assignment. I think my research was good and fit so well. Finding 3 different octads talking about the human mind was soooooooo perfect. Although my execution for each, I feel like I can find many nitpicky things to critique myself on. For 2D, I'd redo some photos. For 3D, I'd redo the entire thing LOL. For 4D, I'd make better pillars for the phones and for Reflect,,,, I liked it so I have nothing I'd do different for that.