Today was the fateful day we turned in our draped skirt final in Advanced Pattern. I was pretty proud of my skirt, and am really excited to be done with the class.
So during everyone's presentations, this is what i could see.
What you're seeing there is the back of e.jo's head, which kept going around and around trying to see past cute.d's head, which is uncontrollable and ALL. OVER. THE PLACE. So what I'd do is lean over (almost falling out of my chair) snatch a quick look, and then sit aimlessly and not move for the duration of the presentations.
At the end of class we went around and got some up close looks at everyone else's skirts. Beck decided she wanted to wear hers, and she got a little bit rowdy.
There was a picture drawn on the board of a pattern piece, and cute.d decided: hey, let's improve it.
ALSO, every day I HAVE to check and see if I can distort my face in a new way in my mannequin's arm plate. Usually it is just the same old giant forehead. So I took a picture today to share with the world.
So I head off to work after class, and I really haven't been wanting to be at work lately. I am just getting really tired and I'm really over a lot of what's going on this semester, and I need time to prepare myself for next semester and I really haven't had time. So I get to work and cute.d storms in, telling me she'll need my assistance. I told her right after I ate the free pizza we got upon entrance to the office, I'd head right in. Well I dilly dallied a little and when I went in there she asked me if I head read her email. Well, no I did not, seeing as I had not been looking at my computer aka I was ignoring it. Turns out it was about a cheese taste testing on the second floor. Why not help out some fellow students! The description said:
"Sensory taste test and poster session today
The university community is invited to a sensory taste test of cheese between 11:30 a.m. and 3 p.m. today in room 252 of Heritage Hall. Taste testing takes five to 10 minutes and all participants will receive a TREAT."
We decided the TREAT part made it worthwhile.
So we headed right down there to taste the cheeses. While waiting in line we perused the reading materials, man did we learn a lot about frozen dinners!
Such concentration.
So after waiting in line and signing a paper that required our SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER, (WHAT?! FOR WHAT?! CHEESE REGISTRATION?) we bumped into a friend of mine coming out of the test
(Side note: I just experienced the most powerful sneeze of my life)
and she told us that "oh hey, ps, you get five dollars for doing the cheese tasting." WHAT!! Now we're even more excited to experience this cheese experience.
So we go in one by one into these little booths with a computer and a little delivery window.
I wasn't quite certain what to do, but eventually figured out that I was supposed to flip a switch to turn on a green light (green meaning, hey I'm ready to receive my cheeses through that fancy window).
So I receive my cheeses
And I'm reading the questions, and I can't figure out which cheese I'm supposed to eat first. All I saw was a thing saying "Sample 1 of 4" and on the cups there were ridiculous numbers like 804 and 563. So after doing the first one wrong and selecting the incorrect cheese because I got anxious and nervous that I was going to be the dummy to take forever doing the cheese test, I realized I had, in fact, eaten the wrong one first. So I tried to fix it by doing the rest of the questions correctly. I mean I tried.
Also, that is a lot of cheese right there. I ate all of it. We could have taken it with us, (that is what cute.d did), but I insisted upon eating all of it.
I finished first, and strolled out to accept my five dollah dollah bill.
I waited patiently for cute.d and we then headed on our merry way, spreading the good cheer that you can go to the cheese test and get five dollars. We then forced the secretary to go take the cheese test.
I mean....today is a good day.
Pretty random day you had there, sis. But congrats on passing that cheese test. You've been practicing all your life for this.
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