The end is near.

I asked the students of OCAD a question I thought might do the cynical school some good. The question is "What one lesson have you learned at OCAD that has changed how you view the world?". Here are some of the results...







Conclusion = none.
I wish I could give my thesis a finale ending. A sort of cherry that ties it all in together. But unfortunately, it can't be done. I mean, if Keith Rushton can't pin point the core problem of the school, what makes me think I can? My thesis was really just a documentation of what the school is now. However, the information I've collected will inevitably be irrelevant in one or two year's time. Things change too fast for anything to be solid anymore. Perhaps there is some sort of permanence here at OCAD, but I will leave that for someone else to discover. Because I'm done. Goodbye OCAD. I am going to miss you.

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Photos shown here were taken a day before the accident. It's almost like these photos were foretelling it's fate. Romanticism aside, my camera is sitting in a bag of silica gel packs. It's almost a week, but I am still afraid to open it. I also forgot to mention that my laptop is suffering the same fate. It was sitting in the same bag as the camera, but it wasn't submerged in water like my camera was. It's weird how empty I feel without my camera. I've become so accustomed to narrating my life through photos that I've become handicapped without it. Sad situation.