School is over. I don't feel ready. My close relationships with friends and professors are now becoming long distance relationships. People that I have seen everyday will now be people that I see every now and then. I am moving to a place that is bigger than life and faster than anyway I have ever been. I am taking a job that might not be there for me in 6 months at a place that expects amazing work. I don't think am amazing. In short I am scared out of my mind.
I hope that I can find a way to have fun. I hope that everything that I learned does not fail me. I hope to stay close with my friends.
I have meet some of the greatest people since being here. I have meet some weird people here too. Most overlap. Please keep in touch. I don't know how long I will be in advertising so I can't really depend on work keeping us together.
I don't think this was ever about advertising. It was about finding out what I am all about. Sometimes I found a lot of pride in what I was doing, a lot of the time I HATED what I was doing. I guess in short is what I am saying is just because school is over for me I still have so much more to learn. I guess you could see that one coming. That's why I am a "art director".
To my friends you have a place to crash in New York to everyone else you have gotten rid of me. Good Luck to you all.
Friday, June 13, 2008
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don't lie to me. you won't be in nyc. you're going to steal my dream home! you're a dream home stealer. i mean: can i crash on your couch?
When I think of David Byrd, I think of that 7-11 project first year. You were really excited about the ads you were going to make, and they were freakin' cool. But Wayne hated them and told you that you were not there to be a designer, but instead an art director. You seemed a little shell shocked at his words, maybe even like you might cry, and I took note, "An art director is not a designer!"
Here now at my first job, all the ADs are designers and I too, the least designer of us all at school, am a designer.
You rock on, David Byrd.
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