Episode 31

Episode 31

Izak Flash

I posted a non-coloured version of the “In the nude” on G+. The original script for this looked horrible, let me tell ya. Writing a script on your iPhone onto Google Docs doesn’t exactly let your ideas flow. But Matt really brought it together in the end. And look! We’re out of the bloody kitchen now and onto new and exciting hallways.

I got an email the other day. “It is with a certain amount of pleasure that we, at Massey University’s Auckland School of Design, are in the position to congratulate you on passing your major project examination.”
I’m curious as to how exactly they are certain of how much pleasure they actually have to congratulate me with. Some sort of gieger counter? The primal part of my brain which is reserved for mayhem and TV shows like “Destroyed In Seconds” tried checking the other recipients of the email to help narrow down who didn’t recieve it.

I feel like I should expand a little more on the end of my university experience. I’ve had the gift of running this blog since before I even thought about uni, and I even blogged about my initial impressions of uni. So it would be a huge waste not to talk about such a milestone in my life.

We had heard that our final project and presentation was going to be marked by 5 people. Suffice to say I didn’t get much sleep the night before. I think I had myself more organized than most people though. My stuff was finished a week before it was due. The website needed a little clean up before hand, but that just gave me a release for all my nervous energy.

The night before Becky freaked out and didn’t think she’d get her presentation written. We practiced in front of each other thrice. And hers shaped up nicely.

I was the third person on Monday morning to be interviewed. To allow us time to set up and stuff they used two rooms, while one person was presenting, the other one was setting up in the next room, then the lecturers would file in and judge them. It was supposed to make things flow faster, and I guess it did. Becky was the very first to go and I fiddled around on the laptop and stressed her out since I was wasting her valuable prep time. She did her presentation and get a bunch of laughs out of the markers, which is a good sign. She aced it, and they loved her book idea. Consequently you can read the intro here.

Paul went next. He came out pretty pissed. He felt that the questions asked at the end were too negative for his liking. The lecturers disagreed with a few of his design decisions. I told him to chill. His stuff is so super clean that it can’t fail.

My presentation came, and it turns out I had let one of the markers through the door earlier since he didn’t have a swipe card. +1 to my diplomacy check. Turns out the projector didn’t allow the screen to go above a certain resolution so my website wasn’t displaying at its full size, but this was fine! Since it’s a responsive site it did exactly what it was meant to. But still, minor hiccup. My presentation went better than any of the ones I practiced earlier. I really felt I was an authority on my subject. Which was good, since I nailed the questions they gave me afterwards. They seemed almost offended that I had done print stuff. And they seemed more concerned with the content than the actual product, noting that I concentrated quite a lot on the technical side of things. But responsive design is a very technical subject, even more so if you’re coming at it to solve a print design problem. They’re still trying to figure out the best way to mock up a responsive design even.

I digress. I haven’t found out my final marks yet, so as you can see I’m still trying to convince them telekinetically to raise my mark.

I got a laugh or two out of my project as well. I mentioned something about people using their fat thumbs to get around on a mobile browser. And when asked what my booklets contents were I informed them that “If I were to drop dead right now it could do the rest of the presentation without me.” which showed I fighting spirit I thought. I did make a note to myself earlier to say “Literally die on stage” but it slipped my mind in the moment.

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