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There’s a quote about my hometown that its residents are fond of attributing to Mark Twain and repeating often, “If the world comes to an end, I want to be in Cincinnati because everything happens there ten years later." On my last day at frog, I can’t help but smile at it as I remember that it was in Cincinnati, as a design student a million [ok, ten] years ago, that I first learned about frog. The industrial designers got breathy and starry-eyed when they talked about it; we were all jaw-dropped whenever one in a blue moon would land an internship there. frog was among the penultimate victories of our design school ambitions: to leave Ten-years-behind-opolis to design the real future.
So believe me when I tell you that it has meant so much to have been a part of it. I am incredulous sometimes.
You could make a MadLib for my frog experience and it would probably all be true: My time at frog has been _________ [awesome / hard / scary / silly / life-changing]! I have _________ [learned / cried / worked / grown / hung upside-down] so much here, and will never forget all the amazing _______ [people / projects / spam emails / meetings / trips / ideas / snacks].
frog is complicated, duh; but designing the future is complicated business. It is exciting, open, full of possibility and opportunity, but also uncertain, nebulous, even a little fragile. To make it in a place like this takes equal parts squishy heart and iron stomach, and I am tremendously grateful to have had the opportunity to find in myself a bit of both. I leave stronger and more confident than when I walked in, fire-tested and wiser, and also enormously and repeatedly humbled by the zest, genius, dedication, willingness and guts you all bring to this place.
From the bottom of my squishy heart, thank you for letting me contribute my whole self, little trapeze and all. Stay in touch, ok?
Love,
jaleen
There’s a quote about my hometown that its residents are fond of attributing to Mark Twain and repeating often, “If the world comes to an end, I want to be in Cincinnati because everything happens there ten years later." On my last day at frog, I can’t help but smile at it as I remember that it was in Cincinnati, as a design student a million [ok, ten] years ago, that I first learned about frog. The industrial designers got breathy and starry-eyed when they talked about it; we were all jaw-dropped whenever one in a blue moon would land an internship there. frog was among the penultimate victories of our design school ambitions: to leave Ten-years-behind-opolis to design the real future.
So believe me when I tell you that it has meant so much to have been a part of it. I am incredulous sometimes.
You could make a MadLib for my frog experience and it would probably all be true: My time at frog has been _________ [awesome / hard / scary / silly / life-changing]! I have _________ [learned / cried / worked / grown / hung upside-down] so much here, and will never forget all the amazing _______ [people / projects / spam emails / meetings / trips / ideas / snacks].
frog is complicated, duh; but designing the future is complicated business. It is exciting, open, full of possibility and opportunity, but also uncertain, nebulous, even a little fragile. To make it in a place like this takes equal parts squishy heart and iron stomach, and I am tremendously grateful to have had the opportunity to find in myself a bit of both. I leave stronger and more confident than when I walked in, fire-tested and wiser, and also enormously and repeatedly humbled by the zest, genius, dedication, willingness and guts you all bring to this place.
From the bottom of my squishy heart, thank you for letting me contribute my whole self, little trapeze and all. Stay in touch, ok?
Love,
jaleen