However, we wouldn’t be ID grads if we didn’t try to create some structure to help us navigate the uncertainty of life outside ID. While our paths may diverge now, I know that they shall cross with each other, alumni, and professors throughout our careers and life stories. So set forth, and design your journey!Īs we all get ready to set off on our individual paths, I want to remind us all that the ID community will always be right beside you. Staying persistent and resilient, I know we have left our imprint on ID’s DNA-whether it is by calling for classes in civic/social design, or putting up a bright red tent in a stark white building. We also were some of the last students to be guided by the mentorship of some of the most decorated faculty at ID- Anijo, Vijay, Patrick Whitney! As ID has undergone its own transformation, we have lived right along with it and thrived. We moved from the Downtown Campus to Kaplan, and helped put down roots that will grow for years to come. The truth is, in the three, two-and-a-half, two, and even one year that you have been at ID, you have already touched countless lives and transformed many more, whether through a project you conducted, workshops you ran, or the community you have built here.Īs a class, we can also lay claim to being part of some of the most pivotal moments at ID. In managing the daily trials of living in this new world order of screens and lockdowns, it can get hard to reflect on our journey and accomplishments. We are graduating in a time that has been characterized as era-defining and historic. A class that survives together, thrives together We have all come out the other side fundamentally changed as professionals, citizens, and humans. Almost every student at ID has faced moments of crippling doubt-questioned their ability, waded through ambiguity, and felt euphoric triumph. HERE? Why did I leave my safe world of writing papers no one will read to do this? Whatever THIS even is?!Įxcept, now with the wisdom of three years and nine whole fingers, I realize that it was not just MY defining moment. As shock of the injury set in, and Marty, our beloved professor, desperately tried to stop the bleeding for over two hours, I remember thinking: WHAT. During a routine foam core cutting task, I sliced my finger with an X-acto knife. One of my most defining memories was in my second week at ID.
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