2/15/2006

portfolio interview is done aaaaaaand done

i managed to get all my artwork strapped to a luggage carrier and had planned to walk it all the way to the school but figured it was safer to call a cab. I managed to drag the whole thing down the two flights of stairs to the door, praying that i would NOT sprain my fucking ankle again or some other completely ridiculous injury i generally sustain (seriously. i am a total klutz) when i'm nervous or not really focussed on what's in front of me - imagining the explanation i would need to give doctor as to why a whole canvas was lodged in my brain.

my cab pulled up just as i was hauling the awkward bulk out the door. i quickly realized i hadn't exactly considered canvas size versus mode of transportation size, but the cabbie jumped out, carefully placed it all in the trunk and assured me he would get me and my stuff there in one piece. sigh of relief. promise kept, he even helped me get it all to the front door. so either he was super nice, or he was pleased about the ridiculously huge tip. probably both.

i got all signed in a waited for about 10 minutes for someone to call my name. the waiting area was mostly filled with soon to be high school graduates and their parents who, besides faculty, were basically the only other people there over 30. when i finally made it to the interview room, i was told i had about 15 minutes to set up, which was fairly easy, except for the thought of having to manoeuvre the hulk on wheels i was dragging behind me through the rows of tables and chairs. so i chose a spot at the front of the room, also so i could use the whole corner wall space for leaning paintings, which worked incredibly well. then i had nothing to do but sit and wait to be interviewed by 2 faculty.

the first interviewer was nice enough, and seemed interested in me and my work. she told me that she LOVES mature students and hoped i would get in. the second interviewer didn't give me anything to go on at all. he took his job as seriously as only a middle aged i've-seen-it-all-so-you-don't-impress-me-bitch gay man can. i packed everything up again and wheeled it into the english placement test room, where i had to read and write a response to an article written by a current student.

then it was just over. sort of anticlimactic really (kind of like this post). anyway, now i have to wait until the end of may to find out if i get in.

7 comments:

Dave said...

Well, I hope you get the job shmoops... *S*

Best of luck...

poopee shmoopee said...

dave.

i wish it were a job. it's 4 years of school. sometimes i think i'm insane to get a second degree. but i do appreciate your well wishes! smoochies!

Tha Monkey said...

Good luck shmoopie! I've got my fingers crossed for ya!!!

Dave said...

My mistake.... but either way, I do hope you get what you wish for.

I do know your artwork is astounding. *S*

poopee shmoopee said...

monkey and dave.
thanks!!! now if only i NEVER, EVER had to go back to my job. oops. no posting about work. gah.

Squid Vicious said...

This post wasn't anti-climactic for me. Of course, it never really "perked-up" either.

Good going Poopee. You are old. No, wait, she called you "mature"...

poopee shmoopee said...

thanks squid.

i think.