Lately, I’ve been talking about success with design students both at the school where I teach and at other programs that I visit．When I ask, “What is success?” The first response is, invariably(总是), “Getting a(n) 1 and making money．” It 2 some searching to arrive at a richer answer． 3 , getting paid is a baseline for success in any field．Putting this criterion on the table is a(n) 4 step．
When I ask design students to talk about what makes design different from the fine 5 , they gravitate towards(被吸引到)the role of the client．Designers serve clients, or so the logic goes, 6 artists serve themselves．
Although it is true that designers generally rely on clients, pleasing them is not the 7 purpose of our work．What designers share with our clients is the 8 ．Our clients wouldn’t need us at all if we weren’t helping them 9 that public．The public may never know who designed the coffee cup they’re holding, the magazine they’re reading or the sign that’s 10 them where to go．But they’re seeing it, and some of them might, at some level, have their 11 enlivened(使有生气), simplified or otherwise improved by it．One way to think about success is asking whether your work gets 12 or used, and if so, whether using it improves people’s lives．
Designers have many ways to 13 to their profession and to see and be seen in the design world．One is entering competitions and 14 work to annuals and exhibitions．Another is 15 the design community－going to events, lectures and conferences, and helping to organize them, too．Yet another involves 16 and writing．Blogs and online journals like this one enable any designer to have a voice and share ideas．
Success is 17 going to work every day and getting paid．Success means finding personal satisfaction 18 your work and loving what you do．And it means engaging with a(n) 19 world：a world of clients and employers, but also of readers, users and other designers．It is those things that make us 20 ．
As my wife greeted me one evening, her voice came through the door,“Guess what?”
I always take a deep 1 on this very leading question．“What?”I asked．
“I just won a sales contest at work and the 2 is dinner for two at the new fancy restaurant down by the river-front!”
She was so 3 ．We knew the restaurant was extremely good．“See?I told you there would be a 4 for me to wear my new spring outfit,”she shyly reminded me．
“ 5 can play at that game,”I responded．“I will wear my gray suit, my Borsalino imported straw hat and a new silk tie．We will be well 6 ．”
It was early 7 and nearing dusk as the waiter took us to a table by a window, with a(n) 8 of the river．And the table was 9 set, with a smoke-gray tablecloth and bright colored napkins．
A delicious meal 10 in such an atmosphere should be remembered a long time．As it 11 , this will probably never be forgotten．
As the shadows lengthened, the 12 rocking by the riverbank, I murmured,“Why not take a walk?”
Hand in hand, we walked by the stores．People smiled and nodded．“I 13 realized there were so many 14 people as we have seen this evening, dear,”I observed．
“Probably your new straw hat or your 15 ,”she said．
After receiving many smiles, we 16 ourselves back at the restaurant, looking at ourselves in the 17 ．It was then that I saw the 18 for all the smiles．
Caught in the fly of my trousers and 19 down for all to see was a bright red 20 from the restaurant!
When I was a little girl, every Sunday my family of six would put on our best clothes and go to Sunday School and then church．The 1 in elementary school would all meet together to sing songs, and then later divide into 2 based on their ages．
One Easter Sunday, all the kids 3 with big eyes and big 4 about what the Easter Bunny(复活节小兔)had brought． 5 all of the kids shared their stories with 6 , one young boy , whom I shall call Bobby, sat 7 ．One of the teachers , noticing this, said to him, “And what did the Easter Bunny 8 you?”He replied, “My mom 9 the door by accident so the Easter Bunny couldn't get 10 because he hadn't got a key．”
This sounded like a 11 idea to all of us kids, so we kept on going with the stories．My mom knew the true story, 12 ．Bobby's mom was a single parent , and she suspected(怀疑)that they just couldn't 13 the Easter Bunny．
After Sunday School was over, everyone went off to 14 ．But my mom announced that we were going home 15 ．At home, she explained that to make Bobby feel 16 , we were going to pretend(假装)to be the Easter Bunny , make a basket of our candies for him and 17 it at church．We all donated(捐赠)some to the basket, and 18 back to church．There, mom hung the basket over the hanger(挂钩)and attached(附上)a(n) 19 ：
Dear Bobby,
I'm sorry I 20 your house last night．Happy Easter．
