This comic is about my trip to Morocco in the beginning of the summer. We visited the city of Marrakech and were very overwhelmed by the different things we came across…!
While studying abroad in Australia last semester, some friends and I took a weeklong trip to New Zealand and drove all over the south island. The first day of our road trip we ended up almost running out of gas in the middle of nowhere. Towns were literally 30 miles apart and every gas station we came to was closed until we got to the end of the drive for that day.
I hope you all can read the text. This illustrates an event that happened at the end of last year during finals week. Essentially (spoiler?), I was in the middle of a third study night in a row with my two best friends and I got a call from my mother quite late at night. She told me my one (and first!) cat, Salem, had died. She kept asking if I was okay, but the paper was due the next day at 2pm and I couldn’t deal with the emotional stress of a pet dying while operating under that deadline. So, I chose not to emote about it, but then because I made the choice then and there and shut down, I never got a chance to really “grieve.”
I was going to add another panel to this, which I think would have illustrated that better, which would have depicted when my friend (boy who hands me phone in 4th panel) asking me what happened. I (historically speaking) told both of them precisely what happened, but in a somewhat monotone way. They asked if I was okay, and I insisted I was fine, but ultimately ended with, “No, but I can’t deal with it right now. I have a paper to write.” I’m not sure if that aspect of the narrative is completely clear at this point.
I chose not to use ComicLife because finding pictures would have been too tedious =D.
In terms of improvement that I could see happening right now, I think there is a clear progression through the 8th panel (the second eye), but after that it becomes a little muddled.
This comic is a quick look into my journey to becoming a brother of the most honorable Sigma Lambda Beta International Fraternity, Inc.
This is about an embarrassing part of my life. A few days before my 10th birthday I acted like a completely spoiled little kid until I got what I wanted, which was to go with my dad on his business trip during the week of my birthday.
This comic details a vivid memory I have from my childhood. I moved to California when I was 9 years old. I will never know if the boy who lived in my room before me intentionally created faces with the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling because he felt similarly to me; I like to think he did.
This is a short story about me as a young teenager, around 14 or 15, at the first job I ever had as an ice cream scooper.
I wanted to do a comic about day dreaming, becuase it is something I still do all the time. I decided the best way to show this was by writing about standing at the bus stop alone when I was little. I switched between sketching and photos to show show that at that time the day dreams I was having seemed more real then everyday life.