My skills as an artist

So, at the conclusion of yet another long, overdrawn, disorganized, and -- let's face it -- pointless day of senior design group work, my final task was to complete our poster layout.  I actually volunteered for this at the offset of the project, naively assuming I would be free to make it as sexy and perfect as myself -- little did I know how nosey and opinionated the rest of the group would be, especially when entailing unreasonable requests such as: "Can you add six more graphs and results, plus more captions, but don't make it too busy... ok, maybe we don't need that graph... but try to fit it in anyway?"  We have 20X30 inches to work with here, people; this ain't the Sistine Chapel and my name ain't Michaelangelo... although, in my eyes the final product looks beautiful and all it's missing is a few happy trees to set off the foreground... just call me Bob Ross.

What will be cool, is that aside from our completed device allegedly being implemented as a test rig for an ongoing thesis research project in the medical field,  this project poster will be on display in the hollowed halls of building 9 for years to come.  I remember the countless days I would loiter around the halls before/after class, taking the free time to stroll down the hallways and read up on those many senior disasters that had been taken on throughout the ages.  Some interesting, some not... some obviously worked, some not... some could have done with a more snazzy poster, ours would not!

It is nice to know I will be leaving my mark in little ways, at a place I have put forth so much time, effort, and -- bah -- money into.  I was a member of the select few students who were part of the first ever graduating class from the astute pre-engineering program at my beloved high school, St. Edward, back in Ohio in 2003.  That seems forever ago now, but I can take pride in knowing whenever I go back to take a stroll through those hallowed halls again, I will find my bright smiling face plastered on one of the walls of the pre-engineering wing... possibly a mentor to those that may wish to pursue the same path I did, possibly not.  Either way, if engineering doesn't work out for me, I suppose I can always turn to artwork and become the fifth ninja turtle someday.