Catching the early bus to get to Racodac before the printer queues got ridiculous, I found myself on the same bus as Pete B. of the RWS days. Touching my leg (to grab my attention, he insists) as I walked past him on the upper deck, I turned to see his beaming smile. He's always smiling, that lad.
Anyhow, sitting next to him for the bulk of my journey was splendid. We got on well at RWS, so it was good having such a chummy chat.
At Racodac, I used my Identification Card for the first time to gain access to the building. I'm also told that you need to use it to register, as after seven consecutive days of not attending, they kick you out. Given that I've been there for two weeks now, and have only used the card once, I'm taking that information with a pinch of salt.
When the rest of my Storytelling group showed up, we all looked over our work before printing. Measuring three metres by one metre, our finished product cost £17.00 to print. So it made sense to check everything thoroughly.
An hour and a half later, when the printing had finished, we went to shoot some pool in the Student Union bar. This is because we found out first thing this morning that each group was to present their work to Gustov individually and not in front of all the other students as previously understood. For this to work, each group had been allocated a presentation time. Ours was 4:00 PM.
In the bar, Elliot S. made an amusing observation that the two lads using the pool table when we arrived were spitting images of Jay & Silent Bob - right down to the clothing.
The presentation itself went fairly well. Gustov was able to constructively criticise our work at length because he felt it was worthy of said criticism. But having spent so long on the work, the group felt disheartened that it wasn't received as well as imagined. Still, we learn from our mistakes and all that.
Our scheduled presentation time overran by twenty minutes. Danny P. again kindly gave me a lift home, which, considering I was feeling quite ill by then, was marvellous.
As for feeling ill, I'm sure it's just a case of having worked as much as I have done this week. So a relaxed weekend spent in front of the television seems likely.
Anyhow, sitting next to him for the bulk of my journey was splendid. We got on well at RWS, so it was good having such a chummy chat.
At Racodac, I used my Identification Card for the first time to gain access to the building. I'm also told that you need to use it to register, as after seven consecutive days of not attending, they kick you out. Given that I've been there for two weeks now, and have only used the card once, I'm taking that information with a pinch of salt.
When the rest of my Storytelling group showed up, we all looked over our work before printing. Measuring three metres by one metre, our finished product cost £17.00 to print. So it made sense to check everything thoroughly.
An hour and a half later, when the printing had finished, we went to shoot some pool in the Student Union bar. This is because we found out first thing this morning that each group was to present their work to Gustov individually and not in front of all the other students as previously understood. For this to work, each group had been allocated a presentation time. Ours was 4:00 PM.
In the bar, Elliot S. made an amusing observation that the two lads using the pool table when we arrived were spitting images of Jay & Silent Bob - right down to the clothing.
The presentation itself went fairly well. Gustov was able to constructively criticise our work at length because he felt it was worthy of said criticism. But having spent so long on the work, the group felt disheartened that it wasn't received as well as imagined. Still, we learn from our mistakes and all that.
Our scheduled presentation time overran by twenty minutes. Danny P. again kindly gave me a lift home, which, considering I was feeling quite ill by then, was marvellous.
As for feeling ill, I'm sure it's just a case of having worked as much as I have done this week. So a relaxed weekend spent in front of the television seems likely.
Foxy stoat seeks pig.
