shit done

cooking sauces and folding dollars

Apart from social activities, my last weeks in Ireland included - as already mentioned - finalizing all the projects and preparing for my exam too. To be fair, the briefs weren’t too demanding and I had already done a good amount of work before the break. So it was more about tweaking and implementing the designs. My main module, for instance, was on package design where I had to develop containers for products that a self-invented restaurant sells.

The outcome of my package design project

Being loyal to my name, I created a seafood restaurant called “Fish ‘n’ Dips” that sells its Sauces and - surprise - Dips. Since we had to present a real 3D packaging in the end, I also “cooked” the sauces with the help of some friends, which was quite messy but loads of fun. My other projects included quite conceptual typographic posters - for which I folded and photographed a shitload of fake dollar notes - and a series of postcards. They deal with Irish stereotypes and will be presented more closely in the next chapter. 

Typographic posters about my lucky dollar

The most formal exam of my life

However, Design-people are not really used to writing exams and the few tests I had back home could rather be called group-work. Since I chose a business related module in Ireland, I was required to take a “formal end examination” - and boy, this exam was really formal. The questions were not too bad, but the setting and the procedure were extremely strange for me.

Before entering the exam hall you had to drop your backpack as well as your other belongings - literally everything except for a pen and your ID. The hall itself was huge and could fit around 300 students at once. The small tables were arranged neatly with a lot of distance to your neighbours

Some details of the typographic posters

A lady gave the instructions via microphone and firmly repeated every ten seconds not turn over our papers before the official beginning. During the exam, around 20 supervisors steadily went through the aisles and made sure that nobody cheated. Even leaving the hall was regulated: you were not allowed to go outside within the first 30 and the last 15 minutes.

Thus, the whole procedure built up a lot of unnecessary pressure for some students and afterwards I realized again how happy I am to study Visual Communications. Moreover, with only one exam, I was one of the first to finish university and was able to enjoy two weeks off before leaving.

chapter overview


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