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5 November 1999
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so getting that second drawing done before class at one wasn't too difficult. i didn't end up having time to go any further than across the street for lunch though. (and that ended up being the only time i left the building until six.)
i would have liked to draw the shingles on one of the drawings, but that was a luxury of time that i didn't end up having. i think the crit went okay though. not terribly positive, not terribly negative. we'll see how it ends up being graded.
and speaking of grades, and i'm upset about this one, we got our materials and methods mid-term back this morning. there were only four people who got an a. in a class of almost ninety. i got an 80. although there's definitely a few points of contention i have to bring up. the tas didn't grade at all consistently.
but even with some more points i'll prolly have a b-. looks like i'm gonna have to do some of the extra credit assignments.
artist ball. risd's big yearly bash. "formal or festive attire" as the invitation says. i was a little of both. some people who have time go all out with the making of a costume. i started with the largest model of my "missing ring" project, the hat sized one, and hung fluorescent pink (stolen from kinko's) polka dots off of it. and then just wore it over my salvation army three-piece suit.
after drawing i came back to my room to work on my hat/try to figure out how to hold my suit pants up without an appropriate belt (i ended up using a strip of vinyl that i had cut off of my drafting board surface to fit it to the tabletop). and figured that at some point i'd hear from one of the summer transfer people who had been talking about getting together beforehand. around nine i was almost ready to just go alone when the phone rang.
waiting in line for the shuttle busses, cybèle asked me if i was drinking and handed me a bottle of peppermint schnapps. so i figured it's the artist ball, what the hell. it tastes like toothpaste. but i had some more of that, and a drink from the bar at the ball.
the ball itself was cool. it was at this pretty fancy place where those sorts of things happen. there was a swing band, alternating with a dj. but i started getting a headache (prolly from the smoke) and it just got worse over the course of the evening. i think i would have had more fun otherwise.
and then when it was over, came home and headed straight for bed.
i would have liked to draw the shingles on one of the drawings, but that was a luxury of time that i didn't end up having. i think the crit went okay though. not terribly positive, not terribly negative. we'll see how it ends up being graded.
and speaking of grades, and i'm upset about this one, we got our materials and methods mid-term back this morning. there were only four people who got an a. in a class of almost ninety. i got an 80. although there's definitely a few points of contention i have to bring up. the tas didn't grade at all consistently.
but even with some more points i'll prolly have a b-. looks like i'm gonna have to do some of the extra credit assignments.
artist ball. risd's big yearly bash. "formal or festive attire" as the invitation says. i was a little of both. some people who have time go all out with the making of a costume. i started with the largest model of my "missing ring" project, the hat sized one, and hung fluorescent pink (stolen from kinko's) polka dots off of it. and then just wore it over my salvation army three-piece suit.
after drawing i came back to my room to work on my hat/try to figure out how to hold my suit pants up without an appropriate belt (i ended up using a strip of vinyl that i had cut off of my drafting board surface to fit it to the tabletop). and figured that at some point i'd hear from one of the summer transfer people who had been talking about getting together beforehand. around nine i was almost ready to just go alone when the phone rang.
waiting in line for the shuttle busses, cybèle asked me if i was drinking and handed me a bottle of peppermint schnapps. so i figured it's the artist ball, what the hell. it tastes like toothpaste. but i had some more of that, and a drink from the bar at the ball.
the ball itself was cool. it was at this pretty fancy place where those sorts of things happen. there was a swing band, alternating with a dj. but i started getting a headache (prolly from the smoke) and it just got worse over the course of the evening. i think i would have had more fun otherwise.
and then when it was over, came home and headed straight for bed.