It’s 2:15 in the morning on a Thursday night (or Friday morning, depending on your point of view). I’m sitting on my longboard in the PATH station, typing furiously on my laptop as I await Ye Olde PATHe train. I am covered in sweat and sawdust, my hands are burned from soldering and hot glue gone awry, I have wire clippings in my hair, and I’ve just noticed that I have part of an LED stuck in my shoe.
And they call this “ITP.”
Tomorrow, I will hand in my pComp project (the much-refrenced loveseat), which as of right now not-entirely-but-mostly-and-that’s-good-enough-for-us works, and at that moment I will be done with my first round of ITP midterms. It’s funny, having completed an extended tour of Rutgers and then having various jobs, I really thought I’d be unfazed by “crunch time” in school, but clearly I underestimated the almighty combination of fear, crankiness, sleepiness, frustration and general brain-melting. I’ve learned a ton, but I’ll be happy to start sleeping again (sorta).
This weekend will be the last in October. I realize that should be rather insignificant, but it’s also the marker for my second month of ITP, gone. It’s truly a blend of “wow, has it already been two months?” and “it feels like years!” at once. All good things, of course, except perhaps for my attention span, which seems to be shortening by the minute. Then again, that seems to be the style at ITP…
And I’ve found out that when blasting music from (crappy) laptop speakers in an attempt to raise the spirits of the pComp lab, LCD Soundsystem and My Bloody Valentine are crowd pleasers. So’s Evil Nine and Easy All-Stars. Fugazi, not so much. However, the best song I’ve heard all week has to be Adam Parrish’s remix of Low’s “Point of Disgust” — which turns a slow, brooding piano ballad into an 8-bit rave-up. Amazing.
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