Today was officially my last day of school for the semester as well as my graduate education. All that is left is a third and final course in French and the writing of my Thesis which I have already started as the final paper of my current course. I can’t tell you how liberating it feels to leave that classroom for the last time. Just a quick note, incase teacher reads this, I loved the course topics and it has given me inspiration for my thesis topic, which I had been struggling with in the past years. What I have gotten out of this education, was not only knowledge pertaining to my field of interest, but also many other valuable skills and networks. Over the years I have made contacts and maintained good relations to many curators and personnel in multiple institutions that can offer me valuable advice in guiding me through my career. Many of these contacts were established through classrooms, frequent uses of museum facilities during researches, and unpaid internships. On the subject of unpaid internships, ALWAYS do it!!! As I have learned one can never predict what will happen in the future. Albeit that I didn’t get the ideal job offer right away, however I have made many friends with similar interests and they have become the type of relationships one would love to keep for a life time. The entire experience has been rewarding both personally and professionally. During my educational career I have also developed a skill that I once had thought impossible. I have learned to write a good paper, and I honestly feel very proud of my work and I look forward to writing more. In the beginning, I have always had problems expressing my thoughts in writing. In business courses, we were use to keeping out emotions and just getting to the point with straight facts. One of the comments on my early art history paper stated that I was getting to the point too quickly and that my language was not “flowerily” enough. My reaction was like, “ What the…”. What I think she meant, now on hind sight, was that an art paper should be written with a sort of poetry in mind, or it should present itself like pleasant experience that carries readers through time as you share your story from your perspective. There should be some elegance embedded within the language along with a smooth overall flow from one topic to the next. A good introduction should spark interests of potential readings like creative wrapping paper of a gift and the conclusion like a ribbon that ties everything back together into a nice, neat package again. The competition of a well written paper becomes a “piece of art”. As the saying goes, “practice makes perfect”, I also believe writing web logs may have also helped improved my writing. It helps me practice in organizing my thoughts and expressing opinions on the topic I know the best…me.



Finding a compromise


As for my next career move, I had previously “blogged” about my situation in choosing careers. Ultimately, I have accepted the industrial accounting position in the city, however during my meeting with individuals of my ideal institution; we came up with an arrangement that would still allow me to maintain contact with them. Thanks to technology, I would be able to continue to contribute to the institution offsite during my free time. This way I will still stay in-the-know in the art world, and keep in contact with my new-found friends. With the flexibility and compromise, I feel I can now keep everything that is important to me, my friends, my passion, as well as an ability to maintain a stable lifestyle. As everyone has pointed out to me, everything happens for the best and I don’t doubt it anymore.



Lesson of the Day


Many things can happen during a lifetime of an individual. These events can all be good experiences as longs as we can keep them in perspective through our lives.
Here are the values of things to consider:

Missing party night to study an exam: a degree

Getting an education: several grand ($)

Getting a car and a home: several hundred grand ($)

Meeting people and making friends throughout your life: Priceless