That’s right, I’m school-​bound once again. Two more years of weird sleep sched­ules, assign­ments, cliques, teach­ers, and too many people walk­ing around in pajama-​bottoms.

Joking aside, I’ve decided to go back to school for Graphic Design. Over the past two plus years, I’ve felt that though I’m rea­son­ably good at pro­gram­ming, it’s not really what I want to do for the rest of my life. I’ve had a good run at my cur­rent place of employ­ment, but I feel that it’s just not the direc­tion I want to go in the long-​run. You see, as I worked along side every­one I con­stantly felt myself obsess­ing over cer­tain points; namely UI design, usabil­ity, and common sense in design.

I’m going on a bit of a hiatus this week posting-​wise. It’s not that I’m burnt out or run out of ideas (I can usu­ally pull some­thing out of my ass).

I’m actu­ally work­ing on some­things related to this site, and having the extra time would help.

This is the sev­enth and final part in an ongo­ing series of arti­cles that depicts my process to becom­ing a graphic designer. I will reit­er­ate that this is not a sure-​fire guide on how to become one, but merely my process which I am shar­ing to the gen­eral public.

Though this is the last arti­cle of this par­tic­u­lar series, trust me when I say there will still be many more.

I was once a stu­dent in col­lege. During one of my sum­mers I had a summer place­ment where I was put in charge with cre­at­ing an entire CMS-based web­site for a cer­tain not-​for-​profit com­pany. To that note, there was not CMS, so I was expected to create that too. This com­pany had many facets, most of which had their own way of doing things. I had four months to do this, and I was on my own. Did I men­tion that it also had to have a total multi-​tiered user-​management system thrown into it as well? Like I said, I was sup­posed to create a CMS-​powered website.

Suf­fice it to say, things didn’t go well.

I had an amaz­ing 20 min­utes of utter relax­ation at work the other day. I didn’t even real­ize it until it was nearly over, but I think I’ve solved the equa­tion. As it turns out, I think I finally under­stand why coffee shops are so damned relaxing.