End of 1st Semester at U of U

As I am writing this, I am currently NOT in the cold, dusty hallowed walls of my student apartment but rather back in my warm home of California with my faithful dog sleeping at my feet and a piping hot cocoa at my side. It has been up to five months since I began my next educational tenure at a university, which admittedly, I came to with much hesitation and trepidation—possibly to the point of under duress. You see, I had applied to Utah the year before which came back rejected but with the encouragement that try again next year as they apparently liked the direction I wished to go with continuing my education. Prior to that, I had virtually no experience working in the video game industry, which was my sole direction after graduating from a college in the boondocks of Monterey Bay by the skin of my teeth. Several months after that I found myself working for minimum wage at a soulless tech distribution warehouse filled with hundreds of rack mount servers with motors that screamed like the condemned souls of Tartarus. Following that baneful vocation, I finally mustered the courage and tenacity to further my education so I would never be condemned to cheap labor for the sake of survival, but so I can have an occupation for the opportunity to live. I took an online master’s degree course at the famous Full Sail to strengthen my latent talent for writing while taking on two unpaid yet fulfilling internships and learning the fundamentals and processes of game development. Thus, here I am today.

Compared to how these past five months just flew by like a breeze for me, while the last two to three years of my life felt like wading through a sea of molasses while pushing Sisyphus’s boulder, I might as well reflect on how this new road of life blew away the old, choking dust that made up the stagnancy of my existence and allowed me to breathe in Utah’s fresh mountain air. I honestly don’t know what I was getting into when I signed up for the world famous EAE program at the U. Naturally, doubt pervaded my being like an ant infestation, because success at graduate programs are based almost on arbitrary grading. A good impression and relationship with my professors and peers was as necessary as oxygen if I wanted to thrive, let alone survive. I wasn’t particularly worried about keeping up with the assignments, my concern was more about how I would cooperate with my classmates, since most of our projects were dependent on our collaborate efforts. While we faced some bumps in the road-purposefully laid out by our professors-I’m happy to know that we managed to pull through together. All in all, I feel that this program is indeed worth it.

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