Friday was another critique. It was a semi-disaster again. We had to drop off our stuff at 10 which actually meant 10:30 ish. The teacher showed up and told us to look at other people's work and compare and decide if yours is better or worse, then give yourself a grade. Everyone got worried about making theirs too high or low. I really didn't care and just wrote down what I thought but then I started second guessing myself and wanted to shoot myself for caring about my grade so much rather than just caring about working hard for 2 weeks and letting it speak for itself. He then told us to come back at 2pm to get feedback. "Go to the pub or something"
Most of us got back around 2 and there were tons of us in the hallway waiting cause they weren't done looking at junk yet. We basically waited out there for 30 minutes before some crazy lady came in the hall and told us that we were a fire hazzard and to sit on one side of the hall. I guess that way, when the fire started, people would be able to get around us. You know, while we sat there waiting for our grades while the place was on fire. We eventually got in and the teacher basically laughed in our faces aobut how wrong our grades we gave ourselves were. He went around the room and read off what he wrote on his paper about each our's presentation. A lot of people got some harsh comments. Afterwords, I saw some tears and some frowns. It was pretty funny. This is my favorite part. When the teacher was talking about one student's work, he mentioned that the drawings didn't work, that the garments were ill-conceived, and that they werne't on a portfolio level. So, after everything was over, she was doign this speech that went somethign like this : "Well, I've been in the industry and I have seen drawings like this SO i dont know how you can say they dont work BECAUSE i've seen drawings like this"..
Saturday I went and met up with Miki. She had been in Paris visiting my brother, so she had good stories. WE BOOKED TICKETS TO AMSTERDAM!!! It was semi-cheap and then we went to a market to buy food to take to a Thanksgiving get-together at her friend's house. At the market, some lady abandoned a sausage sandwich that I took when she got up and left. I was nervous that she was gonna come back and demand her sandwich. She didnt' come back and the sandwich wasn't that good. We got amazing chocolates and cheap other eats. We ran into "I've been in the industry" while we were there!!
Before the thanksgiving thing, we walked around down teh street from her. We met a lady with fur and lime green on who told us to go to the store down the street but to not tell them she sent us. I won 4 pounds at a roulette machine and we got Borat the movie. The sound was okay and the video was okay except the tripod must have been on a slant cause the subtitles sometimes ran off the screen. I got a gift for Bob Peck there for Christmas that is gonna knock his socks off. Also, a shaver at a store that had lots of good things like a stick that lights up and spins when you hold down a button. There is also a comedy place on her street that looks good. "Do you guys do adult humor or regular". "Oh honey, we do it all!" Then she said a bunch of really good things tha tmade sense and made you want to go in.
At the thanksgiving party, there were some nice people. They included Anne and Keith. Anne has a strong tolerance cause her mom fed her tequilla at the age of five. Anne is in 4-D at CSM and says most people are lazy and scared in her class. Keith ALSO plays Eb clarinet and was in drum corps. He goes to college in Pasadena and knows where the dance club nexk to Kinkos is off of Brand St. in Glendale. There is also a Bennigans over there. My favorite/least favorite person there was leopard print, some gal who had somethign to say about everything. We didnt' actually have a conversation, but at one point she did give me eye contact. It all happend (eye contact) when she came in the room and announced that they were goign clubbing. I said "what's clubbing" and she said somethign about dancing that wasn't clever or interesting. She was a blusher and made it very clear that she made the turkey and she was NOT goign to get up to get more cause she had slaved away. Like somebody forced her to do it all. The food was pretty good, mostly the creamed corn created by Texas and his stuffing. A girl walked in late and slammed a huge Hershey's down on the table. At two seperate times, she offered me/Miki/Andrea more food. She was nice. They also served "jungle juice" which is basically beer, vodka, and wine all mixed into a big pot.
Most of us got back around 2 and there were tons of us in the hallway waiting cause they weren't done looking at junk yet. We basically waited out there for 30 minutes before some crazy lady came in the hall and told us that we were a fire hazzard and to sit on one side of the hall. I guess that way, when the fire started, people would be able to get around us. You know, while we sat there waiting for our grades while the place was on fire. We eventually got in and the teacher basically laughed in our faces aobut how wrong our grades we gave ourselves were. He went around the room and read off what he wrote on his paper about each our's presentation. A lot of people got some harsh comments. Afterwords, I saw some tears and some frowns. It was pretty funny. This is my favorite part. When the teacher was talking about one student's work, he mentioned that the drawings didn't work, that the garments were ill-conceived, and that they werne't on a portfolio level. So, after everything was over, she was doign this speech that went somethign like this : "Well, I've been in the industry and I have seen drawings like this SO i dont know how you can say they dont work BECAUSE i've seen drawings like this"..
Saturday I went and met up with Miki. She had been in Paris visiting my brother, so she had good stories. WE BOOKED TICKETS TO AMSTERDAM!!! It was semi-cheap and then we went to a market to buy food to take to a Thanksgiving get-together at her friend's house. At the market, some lady abandoned a sausage sandwich that I took when she got up and left. I was nervous that she was gonna come back and demand her sandwich. She didnt' come back and the sandwich wasn't that good. We got amazing chocolates and cheap other eats. We ran into "I've been in the industry" while we were there!!
Before the thanksgiving thing, we walked around down teh street from her. We met a lady with fur and lime green on who told us to go to the store down the street but to not tell them she sent us. I won 4 pounds at a roulette machine and we got Borat the movie. The sound was okay and the video was okay except the tripod must have been on a slant cause the subtitles sometimes ran off the screen. I got a gift for Bob Peck there for Christmas that is gonna knock his socks off. Also, a shaver at a store that had lots of good things like a stick that lights up and spins when you hold down a button. There is also a comedy place on her street that looks good. "Do you guys do adult humor or regular". "Oh honey, we do it all!" Then she said a bunch of really good things tha tmade sense and made you want to go in.
At the thanksgiving party, there were some nice people. They included Anne and Keith. Anne has a strong tolerance cause her mom fed her tequilla at the age of five. Anne is in 4-D at CSM and says most people are lazy and scared in her class. Keith ALSO plays Eb clarinet and was in drum corps. He goes to college in Pasadena and knows where the dance club nexk to Kinkos is off of Brand St. in Glendale. There is also a Bennigans over there. My favorite/least favorite person there was leopard print, some gal who had somethign to say about everything. We didnt' actually have a conversation, but at one point she did give me eye contact. It all happend (eye contact) when she came in the room and announced that they were goign clubbing. I said "what's clubbing" and she said somethign about dancing that wasn't clever or interesting. She was a blusher and made it very clear that she made the turkey and she was NOT goign to get up to get more cause she had slaved away. Like somebody forced her to do it all. The food was pretty good, mostly the creamed corn created by Texas and his stuffing. A girl walked in late and slammed a huge Hershey's down on the table. At two seperate times, she offered me/Miki/Andrea more food. She was nice. They also served "jungle juice" which is basically beer, vodka, and wine all mixed into a big pot.
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