Slow Days

So this has been a pretty bad week.

One of our university's best professors passed away.

He was seriously one of the best people ever, and I feel so blessed to have ever met him. He was so sincere, kind and entirely genuine. No matter how long the day had been, he still had time to sit with you and offer advice and help you. I remember when registration had closed, and I didn't get any courses in, and it seemed like my first semester was off to a bad start. He stayed back when everyone else had closed their offices and were leaving to go home. He sat with me and talked to me about my interests, and then he signed me up for a great semester. He was one of the first people to encourage me to transfer to Design. And although I had only really talked to him that one time, each time after that, whenever I saw him walking around, he'd always look my way and give me a big smile and say hello. Even though he met hundreds of new faces every semester, he would still remember you.

I'm so crushed to hear of his passing, but I'm happy to have met him. May he rest in peace.


I went to the funeral prayer at the mosque and later we went to meet his family to give our condolences. 
I don't think I knew what true sadness was until I finished speaking to each of his relatives that were at the majlis. I could see and feel the pain in them, and I felt so hollow afterwards, like I left part of my heart with them or something to that effect.


I've been replaying all the bad feelings I've ever felt in my head, and I just have to find a way to move on and put everything into perspective again. Drawing's helping me a lot, and Austin Madison made a challenge to storyboard 'Rejection' in 4 boards, and I figured it'd be a good exercise to get some of the bad feelings out:

And a last word:

Say the things you need to say to the people you care about.

-Deena