The Short Version:
Went to an interview and portfolio review at Tisch and it went well.
The Long Version:
I was thirty minutes late due a fucked up transit system. While hustling down Broadway I passed an old lovernoted the odditykeep hustling. Got hassled at the door by the security guards. Finally made it to the proper floor, recognized the girl at the front desk as an old co-worker from another theatre. Grin, chat, giggle, a few minutes later Im being taken on a quick tour of the facilities while Susan-Fucking-Hilferty peruses my portfolio. We sit down, we discuss what I come from, what Im doing now, and what I want to do. I curse twice. I say ridiculous things. She tells me Im at a good place in my life to be thinking about grad school. She tells me I need to keep exercising my skills she gives me the name of life drawing class on spring street. I tell her about my stitching background in hopes that I can swing an assistantship. She then invited me to attend her afternoon class. I agree and she gives me a copy of La Ronde to read in preparation.
I exit, I mill around, I am told to go speak with the costume shop head Maggie. I do. I discover her assistant is one of my old costume shop managers but she is unfortunately out on maternity leave. Her temporary replacement is another draper, whom I have also worked with. I feel like captain connections, but I momentarily wonder what will be said about me after I leave the shop. I speak with the manager at length about my skills and work history, she gives me a great deal of info about shop schedules and procedures, which I take as a good sign. I tell her I really want the graduate assistantship. Figured I might as well throw it on the table.
I make my polite exit and run down to a local dinner to grab an overpriced sandwich and a nasty cup of coffee. I sit and read La Ronde. Ive never read it before but I recognize the story and I remember an old friend from my undergrad who designed it for a class. Make mental note to contact him later that evening. Waiter at the dinner is huffing and pacing around my booth, so I gather my shit and leave.
Back at Tisch, Im waiting for the class to begin. Im talking to the students. They remembered my name from the morning. I speak with a girl who is a first year student and also has an assistantship in the shop. I feel very encouraged about my prospects.
Loved the class! It was a five hour critique session and I got a high off of it I havent had in a very long time. Susans energy is hard to explain, except to say that fucking great! Plus it was her birthday. We ate cake. And thats always good.
I had to schedule interview date so I can meet one of the other professors. Still, I think that is a good sign. I said my goodbyes and left feeling very encouraged, as I approached the elevators I passed John-Fucking-Conklin! I couldnt help smirking to myself.
Went to an interview and portfolio review at Tisch and it went well.
The Long Version:
I was thirty minutes late due a fucked up transit system. While hustling down Broadway I passed an old lovernoted the odditykeep hustling. Got hassled at the door by the security guards. Finally made it to the proper floor, recognized the girl at the front desk as an old co-worker from another theatre. Grin, chat, giggle, a few minutes later Im being taken on a quick tour of the facilities while Susan-Fucking-Hilferty peruses my portfolio. We sit down, we discuss what I come from, what Im doing now, and what I want to do. I curse twice. I say ridiculous things. She tells me Im at a good place in my life to be thinking about grad school. She tells me I need to keep exercising my skills she gives me the name of life drawing class on spring street. I tell her about my stitching background in hopes that I can swing an assistantship. She then invited me to attend her afternoon class. I agree and she gives me a copy of La Ronde to read in preparation.
I exit, I mill around, I am told to go speak with the costume shop head Maggie. I do. I discover her assistant is one of my old costume shop managers but she is unfortunately out on maternity leave. Her temporary replacement is another draper, whom I have also worked with. I feel like captain connections, but I momentarily wonder what will be said about me after I leave the shop. I speak with the manager at length about my skills and work history, she gives me a great deal of info about shop schedules and procedures, which I take as a good sign. I tell her I really want the graduate assistantship. Figured I might as well throw it on the table.
I make my polite exit and run down to a local dinner to grab an overpriced sandwich and a nasty cup of coffee. I sit and read La Ronde. Ive never read it before but I recognize the story and I remember an old friend from my undergrad who designed it for a class. Make mental note to contact him later that evening. Waiter at the dinner is huffing and pacing around my booth, so I gather my shit and leave.
Back at Tisch, Im waiting for the class to begin. Im talking to the students. They remembered my name from the morning. I speak with a girl who is a first year student and also has an assistantship in the shop. I feel very encouraged about my prospects.
Loved the class! It was a five hour critique session and I got a high off of it I havent had in a very long time. Susans energy is hard to explain, except to say that fucking great! Plus it was her birthday. We ate cake. And thats always good.
I had to schedule interview date so I can meet one of the other professors. Still, I think that is a good sign. I said my goodbyes and left feeling very encouraged, as I approached the elevators I passed John-Fucking-Conklin! I couldnt help smirking to myself.
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somethin1919:
Why is it that people always make new york sound like a small town....seems you know everyone there.
imperius:
I think you should get yours done...we can have a piercing party when you are in town. 