The following is a sucky emo journal entry.
So there.
I handed my model in today... I thought it was nicer than some of the others already handed in, but I'm biased.
As I began to dance to the tunes of FunkyTown eminating from a friend's cell phone, I was handed the mark for my group presentation.
It's a fucking C. The pasties stunt was considered inappropriate (yeah, well...) - and offensive. Fuck offensive.
Apparently we also didn't do a very thorough job on research, or on explaining Maria Bjornson's designs... I disagree. I began to research the DAY THE PROJECT WAS ASSIGNED. And my group still had to get additional information and borrow books from our prof.
I promptly exited the classroom, and thanked my prof (he's a student, which is part of the problem). It was an ironic moment.
I hate to think about my poor model and the grade it will be given. I honestly feel like I gave birth to the thing.Last night, I cut off some hair, burnt it and added it to the model - ambience. So it's fair to say I put myself quite literally into the piece. And I want it to be good... My daddy is a set designer, and I was going to give him the model. It meant a lot to me.
Seething and smoking, I made my way to the SUB, where I was to purchase a book and some meds. The book wasn't in. My friend Oskar, however, was... and I am sad to say I unleashed a torrent of tears on the poor guy.
I hate crying in front of people... especially in public! I'm a frustratingly independent gal, and I don't like to burden people with my shit. They have their own - and besides, I'm better at listening than letting go.
So Oskar and I have planned to meet up and cram for the final with some other drama geeks. Let's hope it happens; those theatre kids are certainly good for my morale.
Speaking of which, I watched Wrongfully Accused this afternoon when I got home. Leslie Nielson also cheered me.
I'm gonna call home, paint more and hopefully meet up with a friend to get stoned tonight. I could use the break from myself.
So there.
I handed my model in today... I thought it was nicer than some of the others already handed in, but I'm biased.
As I began to dance to the tunes of FunkyTown eminating from a friend's cell phone, I was handed the mark for my group presentation.
It's a fucking C. The pasties stunt was considered inappropriate (yeah, well...) - and offensive. Fuck offensive.
Apparently we also didn't do a very thorough job on research, or on explaining Maria Bjornson's designs... I disagree. I began to research the DAY THE PROJECT WAS ASSIGNED. And my group still had to get additional information and borrow books from our prof.
I promptly exited the classroom, and thanked my prof (he's a student, which is part of the problem). It was an ironic moment.
I hate to think about my poor model and the grade it will be given. I honestly feel like I gave birth to the thing.Last night, I cut off some hair, burnt it and added it to the model - ambience. So it's fair to say I put myself quite literally into the piece. And I want it to be good... My daddy is a set designer, and I was going to give him the model. It meant a lot to me.
Seething and smoking, I made my way to the SUB, where I was to purchase a book and some meds. The book wasn't in. My friend Oskar, however, was... and I am sad to say I unleashed a torrent of tears on the poor guy.
I hate crying in front of people... especially in public! I'm a frustratingly independent gal, and I don't like to burden people with my shit. They have their own - and besides, I'm better at listening than letting go.
So Oskar and I have planned to meet up and cram for the final with some other drama geeks. Let's hope it happens; those theatre kids are certainly good for my morale.
Speaking of which, I watched Wrongfully Accused this afternoon when I got home. Leslie Nielson also cheered me.
I'm gonna call home, paint more and hopefully meet up with a friend to get stoned tonight. I could use the break from myself.
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Sounds like your teacher's own prudish tendencies are getting in the way of his ability to fairly mark. His comment about the pasties are a give away. I had that happen to me when I was writing that paper on pornography and got this huge spiel about patriarchy back with a shitty mark for the philosophy course I was taking. Sucks that he's got that kind of power. I'm sure though that your model will do fine.
Don't worry about unloading on friends. They're the people you trust enough to let see you be vunerable.
can't wait to see you, you sexy bitch