There are going to be a lot of these days

For anyone who knows me, this semester has been more than a different experience.

It was just mere months ago when I used to thrive on the fact that I could drink a six pack every night, stay up laughing with people I had met that afternoon, and make it to class on time, halfway awake. Those days seem too far gone.

Looking over my shoulder at this semester, I must admit it would feel more like a victory lap if I was actually going to graduate on time. But thanks to Texas Creative, I'll be here for a few more.

But walking back from the CMA at 8:13 this brisk morning, I began to realize what I had officially and unintentionally signed myself up for for years to come. I am now to be a loner, except for the few other art directors and copywriters who understand each others' plight, and how self-deprecating it can be to work all night for a week straight to make commercial art, only to be shown up and judged by those that get to sit in a warm, cushy desk all day.

This is going to be reality, and if you can handle the pressure, you're gold.

This semester, only a select few have seen my face, and I have been blaming it on my intense schedule all along. But what I don't want to admit is how advertising has changed my view of everything, and the constant second guessing and comparisons to other people have made me grown tired and quiet, only wanting a peaceful ending to each day. And maybe a warm cup of earl grey.

And we're all in this together. Well, if you can explain how to sell a ceiling mop to an old lady, it is.

But it's not all bad. In fact, near the end I actually found it fun seeing the ideas I came up with mere weeks ago turned into ads. Without pressure, I would just sit around and watch youtube all day, and pretend I know what the world is really like. Instead I stare at Macs for 20 hours straight.

So whether or not I choose to stay in this forever (who actually gets a job nowadays?), this is my new expertise, and I have to try to do everything I can to make myself (and my work) better all the time.

If anyone can figure out a sexy nickname for the lone wolf, let me know.