It’s so typical. Just when you think something is over, hell breaks loose and the case is re-opened. Ugh.

Yesterday we were setting up our majorworks for the exhibition. I took my bag containing my printed panels up to the exhibition room and pulled them out. As I pulled the fourth one out, I started having my first heart attack of the day: The print had buckled on the foamboard, meaning it had produced huge waves in places. As I stood shaking, my art teachers had to peel the print off the foamboard so we could attempt to re-mount it at recess. End drama one.

My art teacher and I headed to the art room at recess to re-mount it. We tried using rubber cement, which dried before we had a chance to place the print on-top of the foam board, so we had to cut some more foam board and decided to attempt the adhesive spray again (which is what we had used initially.) - That was successful, so my teacher told me to keep rubbing the print flat every few minutes or so in order to make sure it didn’t buckle again. End drama 1.5.

About half an hour had passed, and I figured that it was ready to be put up on the exhibition wall, as it hadn’t buckled or bubbled at all. I placed it up, stood back, and burst into tears: There were indents in the foamboard, and because the print itself had been removed from foamboard previously, there were creases in the print itself. End drama two.

In order to solve the problem, I had to get my friend to call her father and see if he could re-print the final panel for me. Thankfully, he was more than happy to do it. Unfortunately, I had to miss several hours of school (of which I missed a relatively important biology lesson and lunch) in order to get a copy of the .jpg file and take it up to the printers. I then spent another hour or so running back to the printers to pick it up, and running around my school in an attempt to find velcro which I could stick the final (and non-dented) panel up with. End drama 3.

All in all, I’m glad this week has ended. It’s been a pretty shitty week, even when I take my birthday into comparison. Hopefully this time next year will be less drama-ful.

Anyway, even though it’s 8.15, i’m going to bed. I’m exhausted, and I want to sleep this week away. I was planning on uploading some photos of my printed majorwork, but unfortunately I can’t do anything like that until after it’s been marked, which will probably be October some time.