Gene Kelly really is the perfect man. I swoon like a schoolgirl at a Backstreet Boys concert whenever I watch those musicals he made for the Freed Unit at MGM. He’s got the best smile I’ve ever seen.
Day: January 21, 2000
Scholarly Data
Overachiever fails out of grad school! Yes, it’s true. I got my report card from Pratt today, the one with all the classes I decided to blow off as a means of effectively quitting grad school. In a way, it was very cathartic to just let those grades go. I’ve never failed a class before — I’ve never allowed myself to fail a class before. (Considering where I am today, it’s a little funny that my only low grades in high school were for Computer science and Algebra II. so much for my nerd credentials.) It was a good feeling when I realized that a bad transcript wasn’t going to haunt me the rest of my life, not when I’m actually more than capable of learning and doing well on my own. What a revelation: Grades actually ARE just numbers!
For the record:
spring 1999 Courses |
Grade |
Credits |
Typography II |
A |
3.0 |
Visual Communications I |
F |
3.0 |
Communications Technology I |
F |
3.0 |
Corporate Image Planning |
A |
3.0 |
Fall 1999 Courses |
Grade |
Credits |
Communications seminar |
A |
3.0 |
History of Communications Design |
Incomplete |
2.0 |
Cumulative Grade Point Average: 2.0 |
If you’re familiar with the GradCommD program at Pratt, you’ll notice that I failed my basic requirements but aced all my upper-level courses. Basically, this is because when push came to shove and I still had to work full-time while going to school, I devoted my energy to the more challenging, more interesting stuff and blew off the irritating stuff they made me take. Oops, my bad.
I think I may take a stab at finishing the work for the history class. The professor was a fun old queen who I liked a lot, and who wants me to submit the one paper I finished (on Piet Zwart) to the Pratt library since they don’t have any good reference materials on him. I wouldn’t kill me to write a couple of other small papers over the course of the next few months. After all, I certainly like reading up on designers and whatnot. Maybe I’ll finally write that essay about Art Chantry that I’ve been meaning to for years now. Art Chantry totally saved my life as a designer, but that’s a story for another day…