About

I'm Billy, a front-end developer from Minneapolis. I believe in creating business values through a design-oriented approach. This part can be used as a cover letter section, or you can just throw in a brief description about you.

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Name /

Billy Smith

Email /

billy@example.com

Phone /

1 (813) 619-3142

Education

Masters in Graphic Design with a minor in IT

Art Center College of Design
Current GPA 3.43 on a 4.00 scale

Graduating in May 2013
In Progress

B.A. Degree in Graphic Design

Minneapolis College of Art and Design
GPA 3.15 on a 4.00 scale

May 2012

Work

Teaching Assistant

Art Center College of Design
Assisting Dr. Koals, Jennifer's "Intro to Typography"

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August 2012 ~ Current

Frone-End Developer

Minneapolis College of Art and Design

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April 2011 ~ Current

Public Relations Intern

Samsung-Tesco

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Summer 2007

Honors & Awards

High Honors

Minneapolis College of Art and Design

May 2012
Upon Graduation

Army Commendation Medal

2nd Infantry Division, United States Forces Japan

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September 2009

Dean's List

Minneapolis College of Art and Design

Fall 2006
Spring 2007
Spring 2010

Skills

HTML5/CSS3

I design minimal websites with extreme usability. I am also capable of responsive design.

Javascript

Being a front-end developer, Javascript is my strength.

PHP

From working on small projects to utilizing large-scale frameworks, I have 8 years of experience on PHP development.

Photoshop

Being a graphic design major, I have a long love-hate relationship with Photoshop.

Illustrator

Please don't hesitate to call me the grand master of Illustrator.

Premiere

I have participated on several video projects.

Works

theBerkeleyMDP Branding Concept

An identity that reflects multidisciplinary, constructivist approach to education that integrates theory with hands-on, experiential learning

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IITC 2012 Conference

This later became the foundation of Eventcamp template. "Necessity of IIT and Application Cases" was held on September 27th, 2012 at Houston, TX.

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Park Personal Brand Concept

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Recent

Sample blog post 1

Blog / March 24, 2013

Charley Russell sat before a table in the workshop in his father's back yard. In front of him were the shining instruments of his wireless outfit--his coupler, his condenser, his helix, his spark-gap, and the other parts, practically all of which he had made with his own hands. Ordinarily he would have looked at them fondly, but now he gave them hardly a thought. He was waiting for his chum, Lew Heinsling, and his mind was busy with the problem of his own future. Charley was a senior in high school and was pondering over the question of what the world had in store for him. While he sat meditating, Lew arrived. In his hand was a copy of the New York Sun and Herald. He held it out to Charley and pointed to the marine news.

"What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

Sample blog post 2

Blog / March 24, 2013

Charley Russell sat before a table in the workshop in his father's back yard. In front of him were the shining instruments of his wireless outfit--his coupler, his condenser, his helix, his spark-gap, and the other parts, practically all of which he had made with his own hands. Ordinarily he would have looked at them fondly, but now he gave them hardly a thought. He was waiting for his chum, Lew Heinsling, and his mind was busy with the problem of his own future. Charley was a senior in high school and was pondering over the question of what the world had in store for him. While he sat meditating, Lew arrived. In his hand was a copy of the New York Sun and Herald. He held it out to Charley and pointed to the marine news.

"What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

Sample blog post 3

Blog / March 24, 2013

Charley Russell sat before a table in the workshop in his father's back yard. In front of him were the shining instruments of his wireless outfit--his coupler, his condenser, his helix, his spark-gap, and the other parts, practically all of which he had made with his own hands. Ordinarily he would have looked at them fondly, but now he gave them hardly a thought. He was waiting for his chum, Lew Heinsling, and his mind was busy with the problem of his own future. Charley was a senior in high school and was pondering over the question of what the world had in store for him. While he sat meditating, Lew arrived. In his hand was a copy of the New York Sun and Herald. He held it out to Charley and pointed to the marine news.

"What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

Sample blog post 4

Blog / March 24, 2013

Charley Russell sat before a table in the workshop in his father's back yard. In front of him were the shining instruments of his wireless outfit--his coupler, his condenser, his helix, his spark-gap, and the other parts, practically all of which he had made with his own hands. Ordinarily he would have looked at them fondly, but now he gave them hardly a thought. He was waiting for his chum, Lew Heinsling, and his mind was busy with the problem of his own future. Charley was a senior in high school and was pondering over the question of what the world had in store for him. While he sat meditating, Lew arrived. In his hand was a copy of the New York Sun and Herald. He held it out to Charley and pointed to the marine news.

"What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

Sample blog post 5

Blog / March 24, 2013

Charley Russell sat before a table in the workshop in his father's back yard. In front of him were the shining instruments of his wireless outfit--his coupler, his condenser, his helix, his spark-gap, and the other parts, practically all of which he had made with his own hands. Ordinarily he would have looked at them fondly, but now he gave them hardly a thought. He was waiting for his chum, Lew Heinsling, and his mind was busy with the problem of his own future. Charley was a senior in high school and was pondering over the question of what the world had in store for him. While he sat meditating, Lew arrived. In his hand was a copy of the New York Sun and Herald. He held it out to Charley and pointed to the marine news.

"What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

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References

Joe Williams

Minneapolis College of Art and Design
Minneapolis, Minnesota
joe@example.com
216-555-1212

Seth Allen

2nd Infantry Division, United States Forces Japan
Tokyo, Japan
seth@example.com
1 62-31-555-1212

Matt Han

Art Center College of Design
Glendale, California
matt@example.com
314-423-5231