Know your rights (these are your rights)...
Today was rough.
Actually, Sunday morning from about 6am until about 5pm today was really, really rough. That'll learn me to mess with bier. I can't judge the stuff, but the stuff judged me, and I'll save you any further gory details. Darling Amanda saved me with electrolyte and potassium replenishments (Gatorade, chicken soup and banana respectively), and by 4pm I was severely behind in getting my storyboard done for my Prelimenary Collection Presentation, which was today at 12 noon. I couldn't focus on the letraset by 5:30 am, so I "slept" until 8:30, and oh so miraculously ended up finishing exactly on time. I felt really good about my work. I thought: "no sweat!"
I spoke too soon.
Professor McBitch and her recently graduated minions, aka the panel of judges, had no qualms in telling me exactly how lame my dress is... some memorable descriptors were "my mum's nightgown", "Sienna Miller circa 2005" and "it's kind of Boho Chic... which is so over." Thanks Lindsay, thanks for coming out. I know it's bullshit and I shouldn't let it get to me... not to mention that they said some very flattering things about elements of my presentation - but I still ended up crying in the handicap washroom. Nothing like paying $3K a year to be cut to shreds.
I've ragged on and on about it already with a few unfortunate souls, so that's as far as I'll go whining here... but I did say that I'd share some pics of the dress, or nightgown, or bohemian nightmare... so here you go, you lucky, lucky people!
Whatever, in a few years I'll be working on movies and plays, and laughing about how closed-minded and bleak those college edumakaters can be. But I'm not bitter. ;)
Almost done the semester now (one more presentation), and then I might pull off making my winter coat before the school shuts down. I'm looking forward to all the holiday stuffs... most of all seeing my parents, Dad especially, who scared me to death by telling me about his nightmare trip home from Mexico this morning, where he passed out in the washroom and woke up having been sick on himself, with blood pressure of 90 over 60. He says he's ok... though they had him in a wheelchair... but I'm not going to trust that until I'm hugging him for proof. Which is greatfully soon.
I'll come back and write again when I'm finally done with this semester and the angst has worn off, promise!
Actually, Sunday morning from about 6am until about 5pm today was really, really rough. That'll learn me to mess with bier. I can't judge the stuff, but the stuff judged me, and I'll save you any further gory details. Darling Amanda saved me with electrolyte and potassium replenishments (Gatorade, chicken soup and banana respectively), and by 4pm I was severely behind in getting my storyboard done for my Prelimenary Collection Presentation, which was today at 12 noon. I couldn't focus on the letraset by 5:30 am, so I "slept" until 8:30, and oh so miraculously ended up finishing exactly on time. I felt really good about my work. I thought: "no sweat!"
I spoke too soon.
Professor McBitch and her recently graduated minions, aka the panel of judges, had no qualms in telling me exactly how lame my dress is... some memorable descriptors were "my mum's nightgown", "Sienna Miller circa 2005" and "it's kind of Boho Chic... which is so over." Thanks Lindsay, thanks for coming out. I know it's bullshit and I shouldn't let it get to me... not to mention that they said some very flattering things about elements of my presentation - but I still ended up crying in the handicap washroom. Nothing like paying $3K a year to be cut to shreds.
I've ragged on and on about it already with a few unfortunate souls, so that's as far as I'll go whining here... but I did say that I'd share some pics of the dress, or nightgown, or bohemian nightmare... so here you go, you lucky, lucky people!
Whatever, in a few years I'll be working on movies and plays, and laughing about how closed-minded and bleak those college edumakaters can be. But I'm not bitter. ;)
Almost done the semester now (one more presentation), and then I might pull off making my winter coat before the school shuts down. I'm looking forward to all the holiday stuffs... most of all seeing my parents, Dad especially, who scared me to death by telling me about his nightmare trip home from Mexico this morning, where he passed out in the washroom and woke up having been sick on himself, with blood pressure of 90 over 60. He says he's ok... though they had him in a wheelchair... but I'm not going to trust that until I'm hugging him for proof. Which is greatfully soon.
I'll come back and write again when I'm finally done with this semester and the angst has worn off, promise!