A stressful day

Today is an "I want a cuddle" day... After working all weekend, I got up early this morning, put my rucksack n my back, put my laptop on my back, picked up my A1 portfolio, my handbag and my carefully sculpted cheese objects and shuffled to uni with the laptop banging against my legs all the way and my shoulders breaking. It was deadline day.... Dum dum DUMMMMMMMM! Three projects to present and two PDP assignments to hand in.

I arrived slightly late, due to the weight of my load but this was ok as nothing had started. When we arrived, we had to pin all of our work up on the boards (PRESSURE!!) My heart sank as amazing piece after amazing piece found its way onto those ill-fated burgandy notice boards. We then had to present our three projects to the rest of the group which was even more horrid.

It is on days like this that the everyday problem of my gut not working properly is heavily accentuated and shortly before the presentation I had to leave the room and sit outside for a while shaking and in agony. A few University security guards looked at me strangely, shook their heads and raised their eyebrows, before walking back inside.

I managed to get back in and say my bit of the first cheese presentation without fainting (which I felt like I was going to do at any moment!!) I think that the tutor liked the cheese project, so that is a huge relief.

Next was the colour project and, still feeling really ill I had to present my final piece. There was not much response and the tutor said that "it sort of works doesn't it?" which crushed me a little, but at least it wasn't appalling.

The third was the typography project to which he said "crux was a difficult word wasn't it?" Great. I think we have all passed, but I feel a little disheartened as although I have been working round the clock, I don't feel that the end products are very good. The moment of truth will be on Thursday when we have individual tutorials to see how we are doing. I am not looking forward to this!!

When I get days of intense illness, my body eventually collapses with exhaustion, so I bussed home and walked with all my stuff in a bit of a daze back to the flat. It was great to find the cheery face of Mark Constance half way down the high street which made me feel a lot brighter!

I am now going to curl up with a blanket on the sofa and have a bit of a sleep I think until JT gets home so I can cuddle him!! Might even investigate the new Sainsbury's later....? Just realised we have no food!!