While I should be studying for a marketing test at 8 a.m. tomorrow, I am instead in a euphoric state. My hard work has paid off. My last four years of pure confusion, stress and jokes about being a housewife have ended. You can call me Alyssa Johnson, Graphic Designer.
Last week I cried a little and cursed a lot while completing an extensive project with strict guidelines to prove my worth as a designer. On Friday I presented my favorite piece and was told that I could hear back in a matter of hours on the fate of my future. Saturday rolled around and then passed. Sunday rolled around and then passed. Then it was Monday.
On Mondays I have a concepts class with a bunch of other hopeful applicants, and we were all in the same boat — nervously awaiting our email of answers. One instructor informed us that we would be emailed at 2 p.m. with the decisions. Two o’clock rolled around and and then passed.
At this point, I was a little angry. Like, I wasn’t worried, but I couldn’t be happy until I had read the words “Congratulations on your….” Thankfully, at 5:35 p.m., surrounded by my Delta Gamma sisters, I received the email that showed me my path. “I wish to congratulate you on your acceptance into the Graphic Design BFA.”
College was never easy for me. I was lost and confused about my entire life purpose. I found the greatest of friends, have had the greatest of experiences and fell in the greatest love. But, without a light at the end of the tunnel, I saw no reason.
I am so proud to announce that I found my reason. In two quick years, my last only being a part-time student, I will have a degree in graphic design (with a minor in marketing) and a reality of always doing what I love.
Thank you so much to everyone that helped me along the way, because I know nothing would be possible without you.
Special shoutout to my mom for proofreading my entire application three times and being my #1 cheerleader.