—finicky. I’ve started attending the informal classes again in order to understand how to use InDesign, the layout program for the thesis. Adrian’s left it rather last minute to teach everybody how to use it, and I don’t find much confidence in him saying “—it takes Design students three years to be able to use it properly—”. We have about a fortnight, and this doesn’t really include the printers, or the printing, the payment for that printing (which isn’t covered by the university, and which Shaun and I stressed was an unfair burden on students half-finishing their theses/exegeses). Just where is the money for my degree going? Why isn’t this covered? Why can’t I just hand it in stapled in the corner?
After a while, InDesign becomes increasingly more co-operative. I’ve given myself the extra week to learn how to use it (read: jumped the gun) because I always want to stay a step ahead from everybody else. I know a lot of panic layouts will be hustled together in the week everything’s due, and 12 computers in the Honours lab for over 24 students doesn’t even out. The partition on the Macs can’t handle the amount of storage of everybody’s work, and so they’re slower than they should be, which lengthens the whole layout process, and stresses everybody out for time.
My meeting with Shaun went well, and he got to see the layout and the cover for my thesis before I sent away for the printers. He even read the new Conclusion… and then re-read it… and read it again… I could see it caught him up a bit, made him stop and think, tugged on his own memories: “—you’ve turned a Ford Commodore into a Tank—”. BAM. Just what was needed, but not entirely what I expected. It’s always nice to hear your work’s appreciated, but when it gets to somebody, you know all the strife, all the pain, all the process involved in putting them together, was worth it.
Did I waste time?
It’s my time to be wasted.
Just like this is your time to be wasted.
[Written Whilst Listening To: “Dream”, by John Cage]