I am a Graphic Design Student

Today I feel discouraged. I am in college and this semester seems to just be dragging me down. Really, I don’t feel like I have gotten much out of it.

I’m sad because I don’t feel like I spend much time thinking about projects, but I think I am a person that needs to be in the right atmosphere for creativity. The sphere I am in this semester I don’t think allows for that.

I think the times that I am most productive are during the day, meaning 9-5. What seems to be hard for me is that all my classes are in between those times and then when 5 o’clock rolls around, I am less motivated to do work.

The problem with classes is that there is so much wasted time. Classes are so constricting. You have all this work time but what am I supposed to get done in the four walls of that cement building.

What I really wish was that we could be briefed on what the instructor wants to tell us, and then when it is break time to work, I want to be able to do what ever I need to do to be as productive as I can. This for me usually means working on the next thing I have to get done, over doing what I am supposed to do for that class. I just wish I was free to do that without the fear of being scolded to do work for that class, or have an absence.

We all work in different ways, and the way the school would have me work is just not how I work best.

This leads me to being very sad about school all the time. It makes me feel like I am an awful person that can’t prioritize or get anything done.

But I don’t think that is true. I can be very productive, and I am a good worker. This atmosphere is just not the one for me. I can’t wait to be in the work place, where my work is during the day and in one place.

I am hoping next semester I will find some inspiration leading out of my last semester of school. The schedule I have set up is like no other that I have had before. There is time that is allotted through out my everyday to work on school stuff because I have me classes scheduled in the morning and the evening. Thus leaving all the time in between to get work done.

Wish me luck.

How to Write an Essay

I just thought that now would be a good time to share some of my knowledge on how to write essays.
-So first off, you should probably wait until the night before to write them.
-Then you need to get all situated in where ever you think would be a great place to write. I chose my bed because there’s definitely no chance that I will give up and decide to go to sleep.
-Now, get your computer out and open it up. It takes all of three seconds for it to be ready to go, so just type your password in and go on your phone in the meantime.
-While on your phone, you should probably check out all of your social media. Obvs.
-Oh crap! my computer screen went blank. Better go and retype in your password and be productive.
-Open up Microsoft Word.
**Now we’re getting somewhere**
-Alright got the document open and everything.
-Ask roommates what to write about. While this happens, you see you have a snapchat.
-Well dang! better have a conversation with a friend you haven’t seen in a while.
-And now that you are on snapchat, bring out the filters and take snaps with your picture of Ed Sheeran on the wall.
-Alright stop dickin around now. Choose the question you are going to answer.
-Think about how you are going to answer the question.
-Type three words.
**Holy hell this is just taking forever**
**Tell yourself how funny you think you are and how ridiculous you are at this moment**
**Think about how maybe you should tell others about it because they definitely want to know.**
**Figure out which social media outlet to share it on**
**Way too much time later.** There is this post.
I’m going to write my essays now.
Maybe. I’m not really sure.

Foon Hawk #SomethingLikeVanGogh

Last weekend I went from London to Berlin. Something really exciting about this is that I can do it all over again when I get back to Wisconsin. Except I’ll get to go from NEW London to Berlin. Not sure if that will really have the same effect. Imma just say no right now and shut that idea down.

The best part of Berlin was most definitely the transport there and back because there’s nothing like waking up at good ‘ol 3am. Yeah there were quite a few 30 minute naps along the way. When we got there, I knew the minute I got off the plane that I liked this place. Twenty-seconds off the plane, I got real giddy and was like “I feel like I’m home.” Don’t know why, Berlin really isn’t like Wisconsin. Nothing was really out of the ordinary, I just found myself having a mad crush on Berlin. We went to see the Wall, which had so much amazing art work on it, and then we ate at Pirates Berlin by the water. The weather was beautiful and maybe that’s why I was liking it so much, but I just don’t think that was all of it.

Our night time adventures consisted of a pub crawl. We didn’t really know what to expect or really how to get there, but gosh darnit we were punctual. First ones there, can I get a Holla?!? No? All right.
On our pub crawl we met some really cool girls. Two were sisters from Brazil and two were sisters from Ireland. Okay come on Corey, where were you? I’m glad we found them because it was definitely more fun being around good people. The music at the pubs where we went were a bit odd in the sense that they were playing music that brought a question mark to mind when thinking about how to dance to it. So all around it was a good night.

Sunday we went on a walking tour with a lovely Australian tour guide named Lucy. For me that was the best part of the day, probably because I ended up sleeping for the rest of it. But yeah, there was a lot of good information and spots we went to see, and I also went a bit souvenir crazy, pretty much getting one of everything because I freaking love Berlin!

Yeah I slept the rest of the day. I might be a sloth. Zzzzzz…..

But all was well because come 3AM and up we were to get back to the airport and come home! WOOHOO.

All right. The end. It’s Friday, and I’m leaving for Barcelona in 20 minutes.

C ya.


London Thoughts

Currently at work. Listening to Alicia Keys.

I have completed my projects for the summer by probably 85-90%. There's only 20 minutes left, and I am as they say here blocked. As in I don't know how much more I can do until I have some feedback, critique, and editing on my digital piece.

So for the last 20 minutes I guess I am just reflecting on my experience here in London. I can't believe I am further than the half way point, I can't believe that I have only two more weekends over here and I'm not even spending them in London because we're going to Germany and then Spain after that. I can't see going out any other way.

This trip has been a roller coaster. Like literally at one point we were riding roller coasters. I did not think it was possible to do so much in one summer. It is the most crazy fast paced life ever. It's a bit exhausting but it is so amazing. When I get back it's going to just be a magical dream in my memory. ~ You think that it was an adjustment coming here? No. I think the real adjustment is going to be going back.

There are so many crazy things this life has to offer, and this trip has kind of taught me that you just got to go for them. It may be scary to take that leap of faith, but it is so necessary for you to grow. And I don't think anyone wants to get to the end of their life and feel like they just allowed themselves to get stuck in a rut.

You have one life to live. Write your own story. And few more cliches, but for real.

from london

What makes you feel better when you’re down?

Hi everyone,

I’m not having the greatest time and I was just wondering what makes you all feel better when you are down.

I thought I would share a few things that make me feel better too.

  • Watching Shrek
  • Having a picture of Ed Sheeran on the wall
  • Talking to my dad

Let me know what you guys think.

Missing Home

I guess it’s getting to that point now. If I was at school this would definitely be the longest I would go before going home. 

I get to travel to all these really cool places but I would love a weekend back home right about now. I just want to sit outside in my secluded yard and read. I want to hug my dad. I need my guy friends in my life. I want to listen to some country music with friends and sit around the fire. I want to drink coffee and wine with my girlfriends. I want family time with all the matriarchs of the fam. Tractor pulls would be nice. Ice cream and cheese curds with the bestie. 

Put all that in a bottle and send it to me because it’s just what I need. 

I love the people in my life.

The Belgian Itinerary

First off, I guess I haven’t written a post in a while, but I really feel giving just a synopsis of my trips seems super lame, and I just want to be super witty for ya’ll. But synopsis is where we’re going.

So whatever, here is my Belgium trip.

In case you don’t know, my dad’s side of the family is 100% Belgian and that makes me feel super cool. Things I like to tell people like it’s something super interesting and they’re pretty much like yeah whatever, is that I am a fifth generation Belgian gal, and also that I have looked it up and Mertens is like the 5th most popular name there.
So yeah, super cool, it’s like I’m royalty yeah? Yeah no Sara, sit down.

Our adventure begins with two gals frantically running through the streets of London because one of them was a too idiotic to have put in the coordinates given into Maps. Yeah the idiot was me. I’m really good at traveling. I didn’t even almost miss the plane that was gonna bring me to London.

Annywho, so we took this bus to Belgium which was so less ratchet on the way there than on the way back. But don’t even stop me from any of you taking the bus because it is truly a magical experience. (If you have taken the bus, and know the greatness of this adventure to others that haven’t had the pleasure yet.) So zoom zoom huzzah we get to Belgium.

Like very dead. Like ‘Everyone died in a Zombie Apocalypse dead.’

So we wandered around in the drizzle to our little hostel to drop our bags. In the process of reassuring the guy at the front desk that were checking in later, we found that there was curiously no room checked for us. Ah DRAT! Now what were these poor girls going to do?
“But wait! Young beauties, for I have one room left!” the concierge called out.
Oh gosh me oh my, and then all the animals started talking and there was a happy end.
In reality the rooms just weren’t all booked up, and we got to check-in early and take a nap.

Cool nap out of the way.

Now we can do some Belgiumy things. Like:

  • Eat a Belgian Waffle
  • Try some Belgian Beers, and Fries that had this strange dipping sauce, really good I might add, that we had to ask what it was because it was this crazy stuff called MAYONNAISE.
  • Probably took another nap
  • Got ready with some new Belgian clothes.
  • Went out and ate literally the best dish of food I will ever eat in my life.
  • Went to find drinks.
  • Found some girls from New Orleans.
  • Drank some drinks and Bam.

Ze next day we go to Namur. Super pumped. Homies I’m coming for ya.

Namur is so pretty, I really liked it. We got some hiking in while we walked to the top of a castle. We also found a cute little carnival. Everything was pretty. We ended with sitting for drinks outside at this place that had a piano player playing. And then we decided to go back to Brussels to eat the same meal we had before.

And that’s where the tale ends, because the bus ride back was just too awesome an experience to share.

The end.