Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Endgame
The road I've been walking these past four years has finally arrived at its destination. The mountain has been climbed. The battle has been fought... eesh, I'd better change tack. This post is already cheesier than a Domino's Double Decadence.
You'd be forgiven for thinking that I was still suffering from the trauma of discovering my true bra size some three weeks ago. I've had no time to dwell on such horrors though, because work's been afoot. And when I say afoot, I mean up to my neck in panic.
Yesterday was hand-in day for the composition portfolio and the performance evaluation. It would have been the deadline for everything, but the powers that be saw fit to give us an extension on the business assignment, for which we're all exceedingly grateful. My all-nighter, starting at 10am Monday, was busy enough.
Let me tell you, perfectionism flies out of the window when you're jacked up on caffeine and scoring songs like your life depends on it. Normally I'm thoroughly anal when it comes to presenting my work, but when you've got to evaluate each track you've recorded over the year, not to mention bitch about your terrible experience of your performance elective, you have to be prepared to let stuff slide.
That said, I reckon my portfolio will be a winner. The brief mentions the need for "creative flair and personal expression", which I have in bucketloads, and "evidence of special interests". That was the easiest part of the evaluation - I opened with a long paragraph about how Nobuo Uematsu and Joe Hisaishi cream my jeans, and how I Want To Be Just Like Them When I Grow Up. The evaluation of each track gets shorter and shorter as you go along, mostly because I was running out of both time and things to say.
The performance evaluation was a crock of shit. After last semester, I don't expect to get a high grade, so I just couldn't be bothered with it. They wanted around 3000 words - I doubt if I broke 1000. Essentially it was a list of all the things that went wrong with the band last semester, and why I'll work a lot better in a two-piece this time around.
Which brings us to the gig. It was meant to be on Thursday afternoon, which meant there was plenty of time to get it ready after finishing business. It's been brought forward to Monday, the day before the business deadline. It'll be fine - I've written all the material this time, and if I've learned one thing this year, it's that having creative control does wonders for your confidence as a performer. When it comes to giving a performance I can be proud of, I'm a control freak. I didn't have it last semester, but I do now. Still, expectations are fairly low. The high grades I'm aiming for in composition and business should pull me up to the overall grade I want.
Results day is June 18th. Graduation day is July 16th. That's two months and a whole world away. In the meantime, I shall leave you for now with a clip from one of my new favourite TV shows. This song not only gives me horrific giggling fits, but is also the description of the week I'm about to have. Enjoy.
Labels: Assignments, Uni
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