It wasn't such an Utter Knockdown (I hope so)

Oh my God, its already 6:10 and I'm not even done with the physics lab, will I make it on time? I rush from the lab to my classroom, and on the first floor I get a massive cramp on my leg, leave me behind, get to your class, save yourselves. As soon as I am back on my feet I scamper to my class. I made it on time. Phew! Students start assembling their projects, thankfully mine didn't need much assembly.



The teachers start asking for presenters to come up on "stage" and present their project and on which art philosopher they based it and how it wraps up their first blog entry. I had just one thought in my mind. What the hell? Was there supposed to be a presentation? Where was I when they said that? I am soooo doomed. I started browsing information that could help me present, I already how I knew why my project is art to me. But words couldn't come out.


My whole speech came out as a show and tell, come on. I could've definitively done way better. It was all like an expository talk on what my project was rather then what it represented, but I have schemed what it represents. I can't believe myself. I just felt Zoidberg shouting from the crowd. And I deserved it. Know it was all up to explain myself on the essay, I really hope I did well enough.

It was all about inspiration, that what I did there could become a: "if we can do that with plastic, imagine if we enhance it and embrace the idea?" The applications and ideas would be limitless. Art inspires, gives that feeling of "I can do that" or "I can try that" and thats how knew things appear in life. Its just about inspiring and concentrating on what you want to transmit. With one person who is willing to make a change, that individual makes the whole world change. Surpassing criticism and negative ideologies, we can always shoot for the sky.
      

Evening Blunder

During every project there are ups and downs. And Wednesday 31st wasn't the exception. Summing up my week's happenings, this day was a rather tired and very stressful day. As soon as I got into the classroom I felt an entire feeling of relaxation. I started with my project right after eating some chips a friend drought along. The project was being handled okay, but my body was drained out.

As I waited for things to stick together while on a hammock, I fell asleep. Best freaking 15 minutes of my life. Immediately after I woke up my project was still alive and it was time for a test.  So I had to go to a really dark place for it to work, so I went upstairs to my office where all the lights were out. The thing worked fine, but it could be improved, I took notes on everything I could've changed. From resources to elaboration process all the way up to geometry applications.

Luckily, the instructors gave us an extra week to polish our projects, now it was time to set those improvements in actions. Throughout the day I also learned new things, like the well-known  exquisite corpse technique, which we kept on doing with my friend throughout the period.

As soon as the class was dismissed, it was the start of a new week, dedicated to advances and the amelioration of the project. Hoping for a less tired week, we had ended another day in Art and Technology, one of the most innovative courses I've ever taken.