If my life was a TV show, this is were the camera would zoom away from in-different face and you see bits of paper and foam core flying over my head.
Life is hard for an art student, you work hard, you work overtime, and the educational system tells you to go fuck yourself. But at least the teachers buy us food, so who really is the winner?
As I got up to go to the free food table to get another dinner roll, I can't help but pity my class mates, poor souls, so stressed, so angry, so about to cry.
But at the same time I don't get how they can leave so much work to the last minute? I mean, this is the last day, the projects are due today and as I sit there, finished with my mini pile of free food (I forgot to pack lunch, fight me.)
But, at the same time, I see students who are excited for products, you can see the passion under the stress, which is an amazing sight, everyone in this over crowded art room is passionate about the project they have worked on all year. I know I am.
I'm going to miss this room, such a strange one, is half rectangle and half circle, which is apparently possible, it's loud, echo-ey but always the right temperature (a note that all other staff could learn from, yes keeping us cold is keeping us awake, but if you have to keep us cold to keep us awake, maybe you should look at how you teach) and whenever I walked in, someone always said 'hi' or 'good morning', regardless if they were your friend, or someone you knew.
"Can someone please tell the fucking younger year levels to stop printing!"
"Oh god my annotation is so shit"
"Don't worry, mine is too!"
"Since when do we write an evaluation report?"
"Anyone got a spare plastic pocket?"
"Why is heavy metal playing on the radio?"
God, as much as I hate this school, I'm gonna miss this building.