The problem with being lucky.
Yesterday was yet another interview day to get into one of the central London architecture schools. This time should have been stress-free, seeing as it was at my own school. So, being true to my stressy bessy self the day started with #001 in my catalogue of disasters.
#001 - wake up too late Molly wedged firmly between my ankles. As feet touch floor, feet do not feel floor as blood circulation has stopped to that area of body due to large obese cat's awkward sleeping habits.
#002 - start printing latest drawings off new project regardless of being unfinished. Scale is too small and elevations appear to have been occupied by ants.
#003 - Aimed to leave for school by 10, dressed in serious casual architecture student garb in the one permitted shade of black along with some very serious, plain shoes so as not to distract from serious, highly studious face and self promoting pitch. Instead leave half an hour late with half dry hair that appears slightly matted due to frantic hairspraying incident. Clothes in check however realise that traces of cat fur on jeans gives better impression of smelly lonely cat lady as opposed to highly intellectual architecture student with little time for overly large moulting domesticated animals.
#004 - sit on bus next to luggage space guarding portfolio and extra bags (see #018) with life silently preparing to Hai-yah anyone who tries to place anything within 500mm radius.
#005 - great, smelly lonely cat lady has just sat next to me. (in head: hai-yaa)
#006 - arrive at Uni and luckily find computer to print from. However realise that have drastic shortage of fancy A3 paper to print fancy drawings on. Find some less fancy paper to print not quite as fancy drawings as I had hoped on.
#007 - re-read email from Uni about where to go at 2pm and realise that email specifically asks for written work to be shown as well. Panic and call Kyle. Ramble on phone about not having essay to print then hang up.
#008 - finally get prints sorted although shortage of sleeves to present them in forces me to leave sheets au naturel. Dash off to print shop to print and bind old essay found on thumb drive (woohoo!) then have to hand over £15 for all binding/printing (gahh!)
#009 - make another pit stop at nearby art supply shop for extra portfolio case as au naturel sheets started to look out of place in portfolio with sleeves (yes, these things do matter!) (they do!) and reluctantly hand over £32 for extra portfolios.
#010 - realise have bought nothing for thank you and presentation for tutor later on in the evening so detour to Tesco. which is shut.
#011 - arrive back at uni with slightly larger slightly more unruly hair so spend 10 minutes attempting to tame the beast in girls loo. But alas, with no success decide that hair could give impression that 'one is far too busy with Lacan, Lefebvre and Ed Said to give a toss about one's appearance'. hurumph. great, lets hope they buy that one.
#012 - Go downstairs and find old uni mates are here for interview day as well! hurrah! however nervousness is contagious and self confidence is reduced to squinting, whimpering, mole shaped entity in corner of room. Attempts at covering mole result in verbal diahorrea.
#013 - Find out that interviewer supposed to interview me has not shown up but am assured that he will be along any minute. Remain in waiting room with the others..
#014 - The number of people in waiting room decrease slowly while the time passes so run accross hall to studios to tell tutor situation. He looks pissed and not impressed at my attempt to be interviewed.
#015 - Finally! Richard from next door has agreed to see me. However, Richard tells me that he is in fact not supposed to be interviewing today and am seeing me in between meetings. Pressure to deliver quickly knocks mole off his feet into a ditch as Richard gets distracted by people waiting to see him at the door.
#016 - Run from interview to tutorial with a quick bye bye to the girls until CRACK! goes the whip and I scamper off for my second grilling of the day.
#017 - 'I've drawn these details down to the noodle's she's eating!' I cry, though my words fall on deaf ears as tutor bulldozes through my drawings that have been so obviously done by a 7 year old with a box of blunt crayons.
#018 - hope and pray the others manage to pull together surprise presentation and have managed to find my bag with the rug and food in. Its just the only bag in the room quite obviously with a huge rug spilling out of it.
#019 - get saved by surprise presentation although awkward standing around forces me to attempt at playing hostess. Instead, decide that plying tutor and head of department with wine is better idea. Disappointed in a number of ways I would rather not say, although would have rather not have had 'big' thank you done in slightly half arsed way.
#020 - text and ring Victoria who is supposed to be having gallery opening of her work tonight. However, mole has come back and reminded me that it has been 24 hours since I last ate. So hunger pangs and lost boyfriend finally meet and have food.
So, there you have it #001 all the way to #020 of my catalogue of disasters for the day. I hope you enjoyed the trip because I sure as hell didn't! xxw
#001 - wake up too late Molly wedged firmly between my ankles. As feet touch floor, feet do not feel floor as blood circulation has stopped to that area of body due to large obese cat's awkward sleeping habits.
#002 - start printing latest drawings off new project regardless of being unfinished. Scale is too small and elevations appear to have been occupied by ants.
#003 - Aimed to leave for school by 10, dressed in serious casual architecture student garb in the one permitted shade of black along with some very serious, plain shoes so as not to distract from serious, highly studious face and self promoting pitch. Instead leave half an hour late with half dry hair that appears slightly matted due to frantic hairspraying incident. Clothes in check however realise that traces of cat fur on jeans gives better impression of smelly lonely cat lady as opposed to highly intellectual architecture student with little time for overly large moulting domesticated animals.
#004 - sit on bus next to luggage space guarding portfolio and extra bags (see #018) with life silently preparing to Hai-yah anyone who tries to place anything within 500mm radius.
#005 - great, smelly lonely cat lady has just sat next to me. (in head: hai-yaa)
#006 - arrive at Uni and luckily find computer to print from. However realise that have drastic shortage of fancy A3 paper to print fancy drawings on. Find some less fancy paper to print not quite as fancy drawings as I had hoped on.
#007 - re-read email from Uni about where to go at 2pm and realise that email specifically asks for written work to be shown as well. Panic and call Kyle. Ramble on phone about not having essay to print then hang up.
#008 - finally get prints sorted although shortage of sleeves to present them in forces me to leave sheets au naturel. Dash off to print shop to print and bind old essay found on thumb drive (woohoo!) then have to hand over £15 for all binding/printing (gahh!)
#009 - make another pit stop at nearby art supply shop for extra portfolio case as au naturel sheets started to look out of place in portfolio with sleeves (yes, these things do matter!) (they do!) and reluctantly hand over £32 for extra portfolios.
#010 - realise have bought nothing for thank you and presentation for tutor later on in the evening so detour to Tesco. which is shut.
#011 - arrive back at uni with slightly larger slightly more unruly hair so spend 10 minutes attempting to tame the beast in girls loo. But alas, with no success decide that hair could give impression that 'one is far too busy with Lacan, Lefebvre and Ed Said to give a toss about one's appearance'. hurumph. great, lets hope they buy that one.
#012 - Go downstairs and find old uni mates are here for interview day as well! hurrah! however nervousness is contagious and self confidence is reduced to squinting, whimpering, mole shaped entity in corner of room. Attempts at covering mole result in verbal diahorrea.
#013 - Find out that interviewer supposed to interview me has not shown up but am assured that he will be along any minute. Remain in waiting room with the others..
#014 - The number of people in waiting room decrease slowly while the time passes so run accross hall to studios to tell tutor situation. He looks pissed and not impressed at my attempt to be interviewed.
#015 - Finally! Richard from next door has agreed to see me. However, Richard tells me that he is in fact not supposed to be interviewing today and am seeing me in between meetings. Pressure to deliver quickly knocks mole off his feet into a ditch as Richard gets distracted by people waiting to see him at the door.
#016 - Run from interview to tutorial with a quick bye bye to the girls until CRACK! goes the whip and I scamper off for my second grilling of the day.
#017 - 'I've drawn these details down to the noodle's she's eating!' I cry, though my words fall on deaf ears as tutor bulldozes through my drawings that have been so obviously done by a 7 year old with a box of blunt crayons.
#018 - hope and pray the others manage to pull together surprise presentation and have managed to find my bag with the rug and food in. Its just the only bag in the room quite obviously with a huge rug spilling out of it.
#019 - get saved by surprise presentation although awkward standing around forces me to attempt at playing hostess. Instead, decide that plying tutor and head of department with wine is better idea. Disappointed in a number of ways I would rather not say, although would have rather not have had 'big' thank you done in slightly half arsed way.
#020 - text and ring Victoria who is supposed to be having gallery opening of her work tonight. However, mole has come back and reminded me that it has been 24 hours since I last ate. So hunger pangs and lost boyfriend finally meet and have food.
So, there you have it #001 all the way to #020 of my catalogue of disasters for the day. I hope you enjoyed the trip because I sure as hell didn't! xxw
Labels: Interviews, The Mole, The Muppett
posted by Widarchitect at 8:42 pm
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home