Well, I finally got sick. I think it was the stress of these darned midterms that caught up with me this weekend, but I am more fortunate than some. Mine is only a head cold, while others actually missed exams. I’m also fortunate in that I have had less work to do, and I finished my one paper as soon as I felt the cold coming on… just in case. This allowed me the indulgence of watching Romeo and Juliet and eating pistachio pudding with Aubrey while everyone else studied.

As I should be studying myself for my last midterm, it occurred to me that I needn’t be stressed out about grades. Not only because they don’t calculate into my Reed GPA, but because my GPA doesn’t matter anyway. I am still on the fence as to whether to study industrial design institutionally. My Product Design class in Milan will help me decide of course, but art school doesn’t sound quite my style (from what I’ve heard). Half the designers I’ve talked to or admire are self-taught anyway.

A much more appealing alternative would be to find internships and apprenticeships, and a particularly exciting opportunity may be falling into my lap as I speak. (Not counting chickens… not… counting…) It’s not design-related per se, but what is design but life itself? I don’t mean that to be quite so profound, I am simply a designer in whatever I do. I always find the world to come up short, so I think very hard about ways to make it satisfactory. So far I am rather self-centered in my thinking, but I hope someday to do something that makes other people as happy as it makes me. Kudos to everyone who ever followed their passion and did something great.

And in other news… um… Flatland: The Movie? Perhaps Peter Jackson can do The Planiverse next and I can die happy.