First Day
• First Day
Last night was nice. I got to go out with Roger's dad, and his business partner, we all went out to CoCo's to eat (like Perkins, or Sharis).
We then went back to our place and I got the Wireless Node running on all our machines.
While online I found that I could test out of one of my Classes, and that the Academic Administration loaded 2 classes in the same time slot. What did I test out of? Character Development.
It was as if my whole life waited for that -one- moment. All my endless nights reading essays on RPGS and Storytelling; the test was 20 questions about back-story, and character interaction, archetypes, and plot hooks: I aced that thang.
This unlocked another class, Scriptwriting; Nooch! The more I play through class selection (as if it is a game) I realize it is a Tech Tree. If you take this, it can lead to that, which can lead to two other classes; and then you hit the 300 level classes that are free flowing (as if they took out the ceiling and let you just roam around up there).
• Treat this like a job...
I got an internship. I almost blew it. They were really impressed with my skill-set; then they made it clear that is is for credit, and not paid. That is not what I wanted to hear.
But I rushed back to "The Pit", (where we house our commons computers (like nasa's mission control)), and dropped two piddly ass classes to take up the internship. I am focusing on making myself marketable. They asked if I was going to take this seriously. They said that alot of them slack off in the middle of the semester; they said all this before I found out it is -not- a job. No matter, I am still going to treat it like a job. I do have to clock in every day, I get to set my own schedule, but I have to stick to it; and I have to make a journal entry at the end of every day (*smiles). That should not be hard.
• Making myself marketable.
Here is my schedule...
ART 225 | Visual Identity | 2.cr ((This is about defining your style through a chosen medium, this should go well with my PRO210)).
ART 400 | Conceptual Illustration | 3.cr ((This one class defines what I want to do with the rest of my life, it will also go well with the Digital Painting I will learn in DVA203).
PRO210 | Portfolio Development 1 | 2.cr ((This makes me immensely more marketable, allowing me to refine and define myself through a collection of works)).
THE330 | Script-Writing | 3.cr ((This will aid me in learning the flow of a story, and how to express my ideas before they reach conceptual phases)).
DVA203 | 3D Materials Concepts | 2.cr ((This is making Texture and Digital Painting; will aid me in Conceptual Illustration)).
GAM101 | Game Concept Design | 3.cr ((This is a CORE class, it is the meat of my major; from here I can go onto GAM220, and from there to any of the other GAM*** classes)).
• Looking Back...
I got SHIT-Faced Saturdays night. We all went out to Julian's; a huge club and arcade at a massive out-door mall. We met James, and Anna, and their roomy Roland. Roland, is highly intellectual, but also like to imbue others with the ability to have a good time. This place is like Game-World + Booze. You load up a card, and load up a glass and go for it. Roland rolled in, gave us each cards with $20, and repeatedly told us that all drinks were on him. He swore we could have whatever we wanted, we just had to drop his name.
Seven, hard, Morgans and Cokes later, and... and... well I dunno. My brain still feels like Tetris, parts are mis-colored or missing. I remember at one point ordering TWO of them at the same time, because I could, and took them back to play pool with the lovely Anna.
We had to pull over on the freeway 5 times; so I could expel my poisoned innards on the cement.
Everyone says I break a wall of higher-though and lucidity when I am SMASHED. I am more aware, but loose control of motor functions. This is what dying is like. I almost broke down and signed a pact with God; one of those, "Deliver me from this and I will never do it again". You don't renig on contracts like that.
The next morning I felt horrible. Not like I had the flu, I was not hung over; I felt thick and impenetrable. I felt as if my insides had been pickled. I was hungry. I told my roomies that if we did not eat soon I would be committed to a life-time of cannibalistic-zombification. It was a turning point, eat a cheeseburger Gor-Ram now, or be stuck eating brains for the rest of my life.
I am proud to say that I am not a zombie. I have not drank like that in almost 6-months, and it should probably be another 6 before I do it again.
• ID: In Space.
I dunno if I said this in the past, so as a personal note. We are taking it into space. If you don't know what it is, I might be able to tell you in 6-months-to-a-Year. Hell or high water; that's what it's about now. We ARE going to make it, and make it work.
Last night was nice. I got to go out with Roger's dad, and his business partner, we all went out to CoCo's to eat (like Perkins, or Sharis).
We then went back to our place and I got the Wireless Node running on all our machines.
While online I found that I could test out of one of my Classes, and that the Academic Administration loaded 2 classes in the same time slot. What did I test out of? Character Development.
It was as if my whole life waited for that -one- moment. All my endless nights reading essays on RPGS and Storytelling; the test was 20 questions about back-story, and character interaction, archetypes, and plot hooks: I aced that thang.
This unlocked another class, Scriptwriting; Nooch! The more I play through class selection (as if it is a game) I realize it is a Tech Tree. If you take this, it can lead to that, which can lead to two other classes; and then you hit the 300 level classes that are free flowing (as if they took out the ceiling and let you just roam around up there).
• Treat this like a job...
I got an internship. I almost blew it. They were really impressed with my skill-set; then they made it clear that is is for credit, and not paid. That is not what I wanted to hear.
But I rushed back to "The Pit", (where we house our commons computers (like nasa's mission control)), and dropped two piddly ass classes to take up the internship. I am focusing on making myself marketable. They asked if I was going to take this seriously. They said that alot of them slack off in the middle of the semester; they said all this before I found out it is -not- a job. No matter, I am still going to treat it like a job. I do have to clock in every day, I get to set my own schedule, but I have to stick to it; and I have to make a journal entry at the end of every day (*smiles). That should not be hard.
• Making myself marketable.
Here is my schedule...
ART 225 | Visual Identity | 2.cr ((This is about defining your style through a chosen medium, this should go well with my PRO210)).
ART 400 | Conceptual Illustration | 3.cr ((This one class defines what I want to do with the rest of my life, it will also go well with the Digital Painting I will learn in DVA203).
PRO210 | Portfolio Development 1 | 2.cr ((This makes me immensely more marketable, allowing me to refine and define myself through a collection of works)).
THE330 | Script-Writing | 3.cr ((This will aid me in learning the flow of a story, and how to express my ideas before they reach conceptual phases)).
DVA203 | 3D Materials Concepts | 2.cr ((This is making Texture and Digital Painting; will aid me in Conceptual Illustration)).
GAM101 | Game Concept Design | 3.cr ((This is a CORE class, it is the meat of my major; from here I can go onto GAM220, and from there to any of the other GAM*** classes)).
• Looking Back...
I got SHIT-Faced Saturdays night. We all went out to Julian's; a huge club and arcade at a massive out-door mall. We met James, and Anna, and their roomy Roland. Roland, is highly intellectual, but also like to imbue others with the ability to have a good time. This place is like Game-World + Booze. You load up a card, and load up a glass and go for it. Roland rolled in, gave us each cards with $20, and repeatedly told us that all drinks were on him. He swore we could have whatever we wanted, we just had to drop his name.
Seven, hard, Morgans and Cokes later, and... and... well I dunno. My brain still feels like Tetris, parts are mis-colored or missing. I remember at one point ordering TWO of them at the same time, because I could, and took them back to play pool with the lovely Anna.
We had to pull over on the freeway 5 times; so I could expel my poisoned innards on the cement.
Everyone says I break a wall of higher-though and lucidity when I am SMASHED. I am more aware, but loose control of motor functions. This is what dying is like. I almost broke down and signed a pact with God; one of those, "Deliver me from this and I will never do it again". You don't renig on contracts like that.
The next morning I felt horrible. Not like I had the flu, I was not hung over; I felt thick and impenetrable. I felt as if my insides had been pickled. I was hungry. I told my roomies that if we did not eat soon I would be committed to a life-time of cannibalistic-zombification. It was a turning point, eat a cheeseburger Gor-Ram now, or be stuck eating brains for the rest of my life.
I am proud to say that I am not a zombie. I have not drank like that in almost 6-months, and it should probably be another 6 before I do it again.
• ID: In Space.
I dunno if I said this in the past, so as a personal note. We are taking it into space. If you don't know what it is, I might be able to tell you in 6-months-to-a-Year. Hell or high water; that's what it's about now. We ARE going to make it, and make it work.