Interview Response

Overall, I think my interview on Monday went well. I was able to answer all of the questions, but I did stammer a little, and I caught myself touching my face. (Today I learned that people normally touch their faces when they are lying.) My cover letter, and resume could have been better, and I really wish that my portfolio was completely done....but are resumes ever done? I also could have came up with a better question, than a question about promotions in the company. Anyway it was a learning experience, and I think that it will make me a little more relaxed when I finally get that interview that will change my life. :-) :-/ :-O

Chicago

Chicago was a lot of fun. Anytime I get to escape Clemson is fun for me. I thought that I would feel small because of all the skyscrapers, but I didn't. It was nice. We went on an architecture tour, saw the ITT campus, and saw Unity Temple and the home Frank Lloyd Wright.

While it was fun doing all that stuff, I was happiest roaming around the city alone, and stopping at random places. Is that odd? My favorite finds were this Asian Café not far from our hotel, the shopping district on Monroe and State, Akira, and a hot dog shop called Giglianos, or something like that, that was absolutely amazing. I want to go back, soon.

Megan's Presentation

I really liked Megan's presentation about color. I have always been interested in the psychology of color, so it was nice to see ideas about this in a nice little outline. The color of the slides, the pictures, and the handout all just fit well, and made her presentation easy to read, follow, and understand.

My Writing Habits (Poetry)

I do not have any writing habits, and I hate schedules. Poetry is one of the few things I can do whenever I want, wherever I want. Since I just write when something jars me, I find myself scribbling on napkins or gum wrappers about the sensuality of eating or the slant of some boy’s eyes. In all honesty, I’m sure I could benefit from structure. Small wads of paper tend to end up in the trash, but I love the freedom of writing when I think I can be profound. So don’t be shocked if you find church programs that have been blessed by the movement of my hands, or if you find a receipt with my ramblings about how America has created a new kind of bondage for its retail loving people. I’m not crazy, but I am insanely attached to the way I feel seconds before I write I poem; and I love the fact that my best work isn’t a result of the level of the sun or the shape of my surroundings. It’s the product the rhythm of my fingers, a quickened heartbeat, and a heightened awareness. It’s a product of me.

This is a little pretentious, but true. I wish everything in my life was this simple and free.