Done.

Graduated, screwed over, beaten-up, torn, burnt, lesson learnt, grown, explored, snored, my last resort.

It was OCAD that I attended with smiles on my face. It was OCAD that I chose between York/Sheridan Design program in 2004. It was OCAD because of its degree - its Bachelor in Design. I didn’t know what OCAD really was - I just listened to the experts in the field who said, “yea, for sure go to OCA”. I just knew Graphic Design was something I was doing, good at and wanting to pursue. I entered OCAD.

I wanted to skip first year badly. I wanted to get out and go forward with Graphic Design. I knew I was going into the damn field. I did my internship at Compass360 in highschool. I had researched all of Toronto for the best graphic design firms. Top choice I remember was Concrete. I did my research long before my future classmates knew what graphic design was coming from highschool.

I got a little confused after first year. I realized I needed depth and I realized there was more to me than just Graphic Design. I needed excitement. I wanted cool stuff, fun stuff, fun people, activation, running, jumping, dancing. I wanted energy. It wasn’t my environment. I learnt a ton in first year. It was really great to go through classes that I went through. That drawing class that I got 60 in, that Interaction Design class that had us baking cookies; that Form & Structure that had me learn about Zaha Hadid; that Design Process class that made me think about the design of bathrooms and for the first time question where the waste from shoes went; that Colour & 2D class with the coolest assignments ever and one of the most interesting pieces I had ever made (writing numbers in 100 different languages) and Keith Rushton’s class in 2D Communication that had my eyes popping out of their sockets and latched onto him for the rest of my years.

I then began to see.