EchoD

This week is my last week of classes at Erie IT. Ever. For good. Done with school.
What follows is a six-week internship with a fledgling design studio in Erie. After that, I’m on my own.

The best case scenario is that I’ll be able to pick up enough clients over the next six weeks to fend for myself. Since last July or so a feeling of homelessness has overwhelmed me. Sure, I have places to stay, but I always feel like I’m in the way—intruding. I’m not comfortable anywhere. Hopefully I can make it well enough on my own to feel I have a home again.

I guess that brings me to my next topic of rambling… the EchoDesign Studio will now be actively seeking clients. Once school is done, I’m going to have all the time in the world to, well… work. Ick. But, I have this nice plan in my head that I hope takes off. I guess everything hinges on how receptive Jamestown is to the idea. Here’s to hoping, since it will be a lot of fun for everybody if it works.

For now, I’ll just sit here and worry about the future. If only I could just make it happen…
I should have gone into Quantum Physics.

Take a person, anybody, and place them in a room with no fewer than five other persons with runny noses and coughs. Now, tell your victim to accomplish something that requires concentration or you’re going to kill them.
Welcome to my classroom.

Not fifteen seconds has passed today without somebody attempting to suck the snot through the back of their skull using only the vaccume created by their lungs as they snort. This isn’t a polite little sniffle as they make their way to some kleenex—but a disgusting gurgle of mucus repeated every five to ten seconds with no regard to those around them.

I need a gun, or a box of tissues to throw at least.