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Friday, March 28th, 2003
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10:30a
Today is the day that will decide the rest of my life.
I hardly know where to begin.
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4:50p
So I go to my portfolio review. I'm feeling pretty good about my stuff, but not overly confident. Everyone's been telling me that I'll do just fine, but you always have that sense of impending doom hanging over you ...
The kid that went in before me comes out looking frazzled. "Oh man, that was brutal. They kept asking me, 'why do you want to be in communication design?' I didn't know what to say, it's so hard to just explain." The other guy waiting to go in and I kind of look at each other like, shit, we'd better be prepared for that.
A few minutes later, they call me in. All my pieces are mounted; I decide to put out six at a time. Half now, half later.
"Terrific." "What class did you do this for? This is really great." "Nice work." "Terrific." "Wonderful."
They seemed to be really impressed by my courseload, course choices, and grades. One of them went on and on about how great it was that I was minoring in Linguistics and how well it would complement CD. (I'm glad he picked up on that. I've known all along that it'd be a great choice.)
Next six. Same compliments. And then this: "You have some really nice work here. Really excellent. We'd love to have you in the department. As long as you don't give me a hard time!"
Me: "I promise, I'll NEVER give you a hard time!" And one of my current teachers agrees. "She never gives me a hard time. Don't worry about that." And smiles.
The official acceptance list will be posted Monday or Tuesday, but that was a pretty clear sign that things went really fucking fantabulous (and supertastic!)
*HUGE sigh of relief* ... let's just hope my name is on that list next week!
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