Friday, August 19, 2011

Going To School, This Is My Own Pep Talk

I know some don't want to read my life story so I'll probably tone it down in the future.

Well, I have landed in sunny Orlando, Florida.  Me and my dad drove all the way there Wednesday, spent the rest of the day buying crap for my apartment.  The apartment's a bit funky, but it's clean and a step up from my old dorm room.  Driving's not fun if you go straight for hours or are stuck in traffic.  Anyway, this place is certainly awkward, but I'll get the hang of it.  They have a Five Guys burger joint, check it out, it's awesome...

Went to FIEA on Thursday for Orientation (classes begin on Monday), didn't talk to many people (although I kept my head held high, need to look professional).  Accidentally spilled a little orange juice on myself (not in anyway that it looks like I urinated).  Oh, you know that state-of-the-art laptop I got?  I can't use it anywhere unless it's installed in a dock at the FIEA cubicles.

Well, that really stinks.  I don't need it anyway except for Model3 emulation...

So the programming track will be difficult.  Funny fact is that the Programmers make up the smallest demographic (among Producers and Artists) and that a few every semester drop out or transfer to other programs.  I'm not sure if the teacher tried to scare us because I've had this happen all the way since high school.  He said, "Don't get a part-time job, you don't have time."  Things may get really dicey quickly but I'm smart.  I have some confidence.  But if you drop below a 3.0 GPA, you are removed from the school...that is the really scary part.  Considering the vagueness of the grading scale, the instructors may err in my favor if I work hard (I hope).  But considering I've always set my goals on 4.0 GPA, I'm at least prepped for that.

It's weird because I've said many times, "Oh this is gonna be hard, prepare to work a lot," and then I get there and I'm surprised that they repeat the same thing, rofl.  Anyway, I don't have much to do at home so I'm going to spend every day at that FIEA building working or hanging out.  That's my lifeline.  I don't have much else to do.

Now, I may fall into depression or that nonsense.  Not really talkative IRL and don't have many friends.  Sit there in my apartment like a scared Tom Hanks from Big (the movie).  Sorry, I am very quiet in real life and think I have Asperger's...  But you know what I ought to do?  This is so important I have to bold this section:

Go to that desk/cubicle.  Tape pictures of Daytona USA 2 right there on the wall.  Also pictures of Sega, AM2, Yu Suzuki, Makoto Osaki, and drunk Toshihiro Nagoshi.  Stare at those G-Damn pictures every single moment of every single day.  Occasionally wear my Sonic the Hedgehog hat to work as well.  Use it as fuel to work even harder than before.  Get DETERMINED/PISSED that we Sega fans have had to put up with so much crap.  Do your part and be a man.  I CANNOT sit on my ass anymore as time keeps on slipping into the future and another year passes without another Sega racer as the world goes to hell.  Dammit, do it for the peace of mind you will reap at the end knowing that whatever happens, when I go to meet with the Lord, I can at least say, "I tried."

Yes, that's right Nagoshi-san.  If you're not making another Daytona game, then I WILL.

Plus not to mention if I get through school, get rich, and make good video games, think of the opportunities I'll have...doing fun things like I've never done before.  Also like Tom Hanks in Big, I can make my own toys and play the big piano in FAO Schwarz!!!  Hopefully driving real race cars too--that would be boss.


For the record, if anyone from FIEA is reading this, please don't think I'm crazy. I just have my eyes on the prize, what about you?