Whoa! Bet you never thought you’d be seeing this. After a few months of deadness, I’ve come back and updated my portfolio to include a bunch of my artwork from my AP days. I also come bearing the news that I’ll be switching majors at Lehigh come fall semester – I’m moving out of Integrated Business and Engineering, and into what I consider more true to my passions – Product Design (aka Industrial Design). There I’ll finally get the hands-on experience I want to have to build and create products in the future.

To celebrate my monumental decision to change majors (I nearly transferred schools!), I’m going to give this place a good sprucing up. There’s some code that doesn’t work, and the placement of the search bar has driven me mad for a while. And just look at the footer! A travesty. Well, I’ll fix that – and then some.

My updated portfolio contains selections (the good ones, anyway) from my AP portfolio. You can check it out under the “Artwork” section of the Portfolio tab on this site or click here!

That’s right. I built me a car, and drove myself back to my house. Actually, that’s a lie. I built a robot to drive the car I built, and then had THAT drive me back to my house. Sorry if I misled you, there.

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A lot has happened in the last month, and I’ve abstained from posting because I didn’t want to hurt my schooling. But now that schooling is over, I can do whatever I want. And that means you get the entire month of June, plus a bit of early July, in one giant post. And yeah, you will have to read on to actually read more.

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It’s official: I didn’t get in. So much for a nice way to try and get published, or to have fun over the summer. I feel unqualified as a writer and as a creative person in general.

At least I had one day of feeling great. Right? That’s all I need for three years.

EDIT: No, you know what? I’m not going to let it get me down. I have the utmost respect towards the people who got in: Those are the truly great writers. But what does that say about me? It does not say that I am inadequate, and I’m foolhardy to think that it means such an absurd prospect. There is no reason why I should be mustered by rejection. If rejection makes me foul, then I will end up a foul being for eternity.

If anything, all I must do is work harder, write more, and continue my creative endeavors. And keep having fun. A lot of it.