I think I may have just experienced my worst crit, ever. The assignment was to create a King/Queen/Jack set of cards for a culture. I chose to do Stalinist Russia, and I figured my assignment went pretty well. So I get up and give a quick oral presentation, talking about the various features and actions I made. I didn't stumble or rush - I finished up and felt pretty good.
And then crickets.
The prof asked, "comments, anyone?"
...
More crickets.
Finally a girl I sit near during class started to say something. YES! SAVED! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! Unfortunately, her comment pretty much consisted of 'it didn't really make sense until you explained it'. Ouch. I mean, she said it nicer than that and I think she was doing her best to throw me a line, but still.
Oh well, the gates are open for more comments and maybe some positive feedback, right?
...
MORE CRICKETS.
Finally, the prof said that I screwed up my hierarchy system and had a few flaws in my colour scheme. My crit was over and I sat down, just glad to not be standing in front of a silent class.
I managed to get an alright grade on the assignment, but just to make things that much more fantastic, all the projects except for mine and three or four others were taken to be put on display. I mean, sure, I don't mind if it doesn't go up - it wasn't perfect. But the fact that I was clearly in the bottom 20% of the class wasn't too pleasant.
So, yeah. That sucked.
-Cril
But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours
And there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin',
You just wish the trip was through
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page
Well you walk into a restaurant,
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode
Metallica - Turn the Page
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