I think one of the instructors just walked in with his twin?????
We have to turn in our ladder and portfolio tonight and I honestly think one of my section spreads or my division spread should win an award tomorrow morning. They probably won’t, but I worked really, really hard. And my folio is flawless. Actually flawless. I’m not saying this as though the rest of the staff here wasn’t helping, because especially today they were very helpful, especially helping Mr. P put the ladder together, but I did the whole portfolio mostly by myself. I put together the cover, endsheets, title and parting pages, opening and closing, divisions, football spread, and one of the science spreads, and the only thing I got help on was having Owen draw the mods he put together into the football spread. I wrote all these grossly detailed notes in the margins, too. I’m alone in the conference room after being alone finally finishing it all in my hotel room for the past two and a half hours, and Mr. P is meeting me in five minutes to go over what I finished and the ladder. He and his wife, Owen, and Courtney are leaving at some point to go to dinner and to see Batman at midnight. They offered for everyone to go, to both, but I’m saving my money, and honestly don’t care about Batman. Instead, I’m going to stay here and fill in pages from the ladder and put spread designs onto YB Ave, and maybe draw some more spreads, and try and create the folio.
I just overheard the original-instructor-I-was-talking-about-with-the-twin’s wife, who is one of our other three instructors, complaining about how kids pay $500 to come to this workshop and then a bunch of them turn in shit work or don’t do it all.
It’s 5:01. Mr. P is late.
There is an elementary school staff in here and they’re making me really uncomfortable. Oh, wait, they just left. I’m one of 15 people working in here which is depressing because there are at least 400 people here.
It’s 5:03 and Mr. P has still yet to arrive.
The hotel decided they didn’t want to make dinner (or something like that), so they gave every single person at the workshop a $25 travelers check. We have enough food in the hotel room that I went and bought $3 razors and I’m gonna keep the $22 change that I got back for my own purposes (Warped Tour).
That was kind of irrelevant to everything. It’s now 5:23 and Mr. P just left after going over my portfolio. This is his first year advising, but he did yearbook in high school and is all hung up on keeping the spreads totally traditional. What I mean is the man hates modules. Yeah, I’ll have to change his mind about them.
He forgot the ladder so he’s gonna go up and see what everyone wants to do about dinner and bring it back down to me. Except right now he’s across the room at the display table, examining other people’s books. Oh my god, Mr. P, can you just not right now?
I miss my parents.