I have one week left of my first semester as a graduate student. I cannot believe that it went by this quickly. And what do I have to show for my semester of hard work and toil? Bags under my eyes the size of Texas… oh, and of course, an unwavering addiction dedication to coffee.
Actually, that’s not true. While I do have huge bags under my eyes, and my devotion to the Good Bean has never been this acute, I have much to show for my first semester’s work… much writing, much learning, and one suicide. Fortunately, the suicide is of the fictional variety… although lately, napping for the rest of eternity does sound appealing… Kidding. Just kidding.
The suicide takes the form of an audio project for a Media, Imaging, and Sound Design class that I am taking. If you have one minute and fifty-four seconds to kill, you can give it a listen. The project is in a handy, iPod ready, .mp3 format. And if you can, listen on headphones. There are some slight nuances that certain ‘puter speakers won’t produce well. So, without any further banter, I give you:
I’m fine. Really.
Sam,
Nicely done…was that a few slugs of liquid courage (Old Overcoat perhaps) that I heard? Wonderful…I loved the desperate, the hesitation and the pathos!
But you are sure that you are all right?
Sam,
I noticed that you tagged this post “life” wouldn’t it be more appropriate to tag it “death?”
dude, why did he put so many bullets in the gun? =maureen=
I dunno… in case he missed?
This is what I looking for for your help!