On my last night with access to the Vandercook, I printed a set of notebooks to sell at the print sale, just before the end of my undergraduate career. I couldn't help myself from printing such a deliciously snarky phrase on these notebooks which would soon be full of sketches and ideas.
I don't entirely mean to be an asshole; belittling others' ideas, creativity, and aspirations. I just want to be realistic, if only for a second.