meitantei_cj | Good freaking...

Remind me not to take a group project class again. I might have to rethink taking Museum Education next spring.

We submitted our second rough draft of the documentary on Standing Stone in DVP. Our credits are no good at this point because we're lacking names of people we interviewed and used in the film. Amanda (the producer) is the one that was writing them down as she interviewed different people. This was before spring break and before we posted the draft. Karina's decided that I have them in one of my books. I've looked through all the books I could have possibly brought with me to our filming sessions, multiple times. Nothing. I did leave the red notebook I'd been using for class (when not using the LiveScribe notebook) at home accidentally, but I called Mom to have her look for a page with names that aren't in my handwriting, and she didn't find anything.

So. Our options: Bullshit names of people we'll likely never run into again (the employees we talked to, we can go back to Standing Stone and get their full names), which could bite us in the ass if Nathan or anyone else knows anyone in the video--and two of them are students--OR, cut those interviews from the film, which means more editing, cutting things down, having to rework parts of the film. Or, alternatively, go BACK to Standing Stone and get more interviews, then edit them into the film.

There's a fair level of stress that's building up over this situation. It shouldn't be, really--I'm just feeling burned out already, and this being the spring semester, there are no more breaks coming up. Spring break is it. There are like two days off, one of them doesn't even count for me since I don't have class on Fridays, and the other is a month away.

I'm gonna talk to the group about it tomorrow and see if anyone remembers exactly where stuff was written down. It could be that it was written down in one of my books and removed. I wouldn't have removed it, because tearing a sheet out of a book when it could just stay in there and, you know, not get lost makes no sense. All I know is I don't freaking have it. I'm aggravated. I should've written the stuff down instead of trusting someone else to do it, because I'd know where my shit was. But Amanda was in charge of interviews and gathering names. She should know where the names are.

I want this semester over with, please. -_- Between this class and my general fails in Ceramic Sculpture (not total fails, but I feel like I can do better and all my work sucks, plus I still need to remake my personal house project because it fell apart after cracking so badly... and the current project is freaking me out because Bethany wants me to do better with my sculpting and said she's going to nitpick during our critique), I'm counting down 'til summer. Next semester will be better.

I'm going to bed. I woke up at eight this morning to register for next year's classes, didn't go back to sleep, and have been paying for it all day. And tomorrow I have to go back to the studio at some point to finish the atrocity that is my reproduction of my LED flashlight. -_- (Honestly, it's not that bad, but it's wrong. Then again, I didn't measure anything, just built it by eyeballing it. I'm too far ahead to seriously alter it now. I might be able to chop part of it out, but I'd break it, knowing my luck.)