I really didn’t like math and science. Okay, “didn’t like” is an understatement. I hated math and science. I absolutely loathed those two subjects. (Well, mostly because I tended to fail in those two subjects.) I was what people would categorize as a typical “artist”: I loved the liberal arts of English, foreign languages, and the study of art itself. I was comfortable as a conventional and traditional stereotype. However, my cozy little world was shattered in my junior year of high school by that dirty monster Industrial Design. That class was an abomination. It required me to make orthographic renderings, research materials, and even go as far as engineer and determine the mechanics of products and vehicles! Although I knew what was in store for me, I was not disheartened. I decided to risk defeat and a plunge in my GPA by trying something that I was inherently horrible at and challenged myself to face my fears face on.
I can’t even sum up how much that risky decision has helped me. Sure, I basically slept twenty hours that entire school year, yes, I’ve charred myself countless times with hot glue, yeah, I never so much even want to think about foamcore again, and of course, the teacher was more frightening than the actual class, but for all the luxuries and sanity that I lost, I gained infinitely more valuable things. Industrial Design taught me the importance and beauty of research (who, what, when, where, how, and why), of drawing from reference instead of from my imagination, the ability to problem solve, the significance of actually thinking things through before putting my pencil to paper, and the nooks and crannies of the creative and design process behind a product. What’s more, Industrial Design has also taught me professionalism; from basic skills like cleanliness to more elaborate techniques like creating a foamcore display, Industrial Design taught me it all. The list can continue on and on, but perhaps the most important lesson of all, I learned what “design” truly means.
Industrial Design proved to me that design is not just styling alone, but it is actually comprised of many different facets. As successful design has to be easy to use (ergonomic), easy to manufacture (economical), easy on the eyes (aesthetic), and progressive. A successful design does not necessarily have to be revolutionary, but it has to at least have evolved from its previous generation. I saw and experienced the real definition of design every class. Our critiques were often brutal with The Yao calling out our every flaw, and although every assignment was a huge mental hurdle but every student (who wanted to be there) welcomed the challenges. Call me a masochist or whatever you like but I don’t think I’ll ever give up ID. I’ve learned so much in just three terms, not to mention the numerous doors to design it has opened for me. Thanks to my risky decision, I now peruse design websites daily and am now actually aware of what’s happening in the art world. I know of more designers, more movements, more styles, more materials, more events, more everything than I ever had before. Of course, also thanks to Industrial Design, I discovered that I can pull two consecutive all-nighters.
crap. my thesis is off topic with the rest of my essay. i failed to make a logical tie-in. DAMMIT!
EDIT: SHIT! THIS ESSAY DOESN'T MAKE ANY F*&KING SENSE!!!A DKJHFJKSDGF
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