I spent all yesterday holed up in the dorms trying to finish my industrial design project so we could do a girls’ night.
For ID, we had to design a desk accessory/office supply doohickey. I did twelve different initial designs, chose the top three or four, and refined those designs, picked the best design one, did a scale model, and then had to do twelve variations of that model. Aaaa. So here’s a picture of yesterday: me with an Exacto knife and sheets of foam core. All day. I finished all twelve variations by 10:30 last night.
Now I could get to the important things—we had to paint our nails and do facials and burn CD’s! And Kaleigh had to pack because her boyfriend’s graduation is this weekend and she’s going home. Lucky girl.
Anywho, we needed to help her get ready because she had yet to pack and her flight was for 6:20 this morning.
Sooo…we gabbed and painted and ate and listened to music and fussed over clothes and there may or may not have been an inebriated and/or high roommate involved. Oh it was great fun.
It was about 1:30 this morning when I decided to head back to my room for some sleep, if only for a few hours. I was getting up to drive Kaleigh to the airport with Thea.
Even though I had a class at 8 a.m. Aaaa.
So I managed to roll myself out of bed at 4:45. We won’t talk about how, when I jumped into bed three hours before, I almost rolled right back off and scared myself silly.
Moving on, Thea and I dropped Kaleigh off at the airport and managed to find our way back. In the dark. In the rain. Without the light on the dashboard that showed how fast we were going.
I crashed as soon as I got beck to my room. I had just over an hour before I had to get up and go to class. Not that I wanted to go. There was going to be a photographer taking pictures of us working in the benchroom or the workshop or something and I am not a fan of the camera. But I had to turn in my models, so I had to go. Only 3 ½ hours and then I could go back to bed.
My alarm went off at 7:20 and I rolled over to turn it off. Two more minutes, I just need two more minutes.
I looked at my phone again to check the time.
8:55.
You know that first gasp for air after you’ve been underwater for too long? That was me when I realized my class had started an hour earlier. I jumped out of bed, pulled on my jeans, grabbed my models and ran out the door. Thankfully, the shuttle to take me to my class was at the bus stop, but they only run every hour in between class times, so I wasn’t going to get to class until about 9:40. Only an hour and 40 minutes late. No big deal.
Um, better late than never. But it was totally okay because my friend from the class was on the shuttle because she too had overslept.
When we finally got to class, we walked into the benchroom and the photographer was taking pictures of Ringholz and a student talking about a project.
“You missed the pictures,” we were informed as we walked in.
Lovely, I thought. Perfect timing. But then that dumb photographer walked over to us and said that he wanted to take one more set of shots. And he picked me. Me!
On a normal day I don’t want my picture taken. Why would I want my picture taken on a day where I only woke up about 30 minutes prior and didn’t touch my hair or make up? Plus, Claire is prettier than me and I’m almost positive that she’s a LOT more photogenic! Pick her pick her!
But no. Apparently it had to be the girl who just woke up because that photographer has this personal vendetta against me. And then, as if to strip away my last little bit of comfort, he wanted me to take off my comfy jacket. He said I didn’t need it and it didn’t work for the shot.
And there I was, hair looking like who-knows-what, no make-up except for some mascara from the night before, and no jacket to hide behind, but I sucked it up, took out my models, and discussed them with Ringholz while photo man snapped his little heart out.
If these pictures ever surface on some promotional SCAD material, I won’t be offended if you deny knowing me. I’ll probably deny myself.
Creole Belle
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