For a week I didn’t leave this laptop. InDesign and Photoshop were a permanent feature on my screen. There were many stressful phone calls to printers and emails flying to and fro. But it’s all paid off in the end!
Today I finally held in my hands a copy of the magazine that I so painstakingly designed and put together, along with a few words written by myself too. And I have to say I am quite pleased with it. Apart from anything actually contained in the magazine, the paper is far superior this year. For €200 less than last year’s magazine (which was in fact a little smaller) we got it on lovely glossy paper and the colour came out really well. So here’s a shout out to KWP Print in Carrigaline and to Niamh there who put up with our numerous calls and emails about bleed lines!
So it’s in the post, and on the way to the Irish Times where it shall be judged, and hopefully,, we’ll be getting a nice trip to Dublin in April for all the hard work.
Here’s the cover, but I’m not giving any more away… 🙂
I feel utterly bored when I am working, but ridiculously guilty when I’m not. I pop online for a quick break, but that quick break inevitably turns into half ah hour. Then I’m about to go offline and someone starts a chat on Facebook. And what can you do then? This vicious cycle continues, generally until it’s time to go to bed.
I did a little work this evening though. I’ve a test on Co-ordinate Geometry in the morning, and really hadn’t much of a clue of it. Not that I have much more of a clue now, but at least there’s not the same level of guilt. I still have two theorems to learn. Dear lord I hate theorems.
I stayed after school for an hour or so today to work on the magazine. We didn’t get a whole lot done on the computer; it was more drawing out a plan and deciding what’s going where. And looking through photos of Plugd and Daithí and floods and such on a USB. Very productive. There was also the obligatory conversation about Our Lady’s Hospital as we stared out the window at it.
I’m thinking of going into school on Friday on my day off to work on the magazine. For some mysterious reason InDesign vanished off my laptop, so I only have Photoshop now. I might as the art teacher for the school’s copy of InDesign so we could work on it at weekends and over mid-term and the like. I’m not sure will she give it to me though… Maybe a bit of a down-on-my-knees-begging job could do it.
I’m going to start something new on the blog, for a bit of variety. Two ‘features’ so to speak that I’ll post maybe once a week or so. I am aware that rambling about my day is awfully boring, so I’m thinking of a list format post every so often. Lists are very readable; people like them. I’m also going to make more of an effort to post photos. They’re not going to be works of art, but just random things I see on any given day. Like today, for example, I might take a picture of my Converse on the floor in this room. That kinda thing; nothing exciting.
But now, two lovely theorems await, along with every question on the Digestive System that has ever come up in the Leaving Cert.
Oh. The. Joys.
Due to the fact that I’m writing approximately 35% of the magazine, it’s a tad difficult to update the blog every evening as well. But seeing as I’m currently unable to do anything else, I’ll ramble away here for a bit.
I’m attempting to learn to drive at the moment in my mum’s lovely Corsa. I had had one lesson before Christmas (with my dad :P) and I managed to start the car, take off, and even tuned the car in my neighbour’s driveway. Then on Sunday I went out again, but the child was in the car and proved to be the biggest distraction ever. I was stalling all over the shop. Yesterday was more successful, even though it was my mum was with me. I really, really want to drive. I hate getting public transport, and it’s awful having to depend on people for lifts. It’s a need, more than a want.
About half an hour ago I went out into the utility room to go outside and walk the dogs. Only a short walk ’cause it’s dark. At the back door were two hurleys: my brother’s and mine. It’s been so long, way too long, since I’ve had it in my hands. Usually it’s a summer thing with me. In the midst of all the hype of the GAA Championship, and with the relatively good weather, my hurling skills tend to improve during the summer months. In a way, I regret never getting involved in GAA competitively, but that’s the thing I like about hurling. You can still have ‘a few pucks’ in the garden or on a beach. It’s the only part of my inner culchie that I embrace!
I’m going to apply to be a student leader for first years. We had a talk about it today and I took an application form. It involves visiting your designated first years three times a week, organising lunchtime clubs and activities, and giving tours of the school on the open night. Caroline and I were plotting how we can make our forms the best. We plan on emphasising the ‘youth’ aspect of organising all-ages gigs, this youth theatre project we did, and also our participation in Kinsale Arts Week showing how we are capable of running events. All this went against me in the bank interviews seeing as they thought I was an arty-farty hippy by the end of it, not that I cared. I quite liked that perception of me, actually.
I don’t has there ever been a more boring post by me, but I can’t think of much else to say. Unless I go for one of those emo blog posts, which were quite popular among my friends back in the days of the old blog. Sooooon…