Sweaty Moustaches and Creative and Media!

My course details came today! And by the exclamation mark you can probably tell that I'm pretty excited about it. Everything about this course is perfect, nothing could take the gleam off my face when I saw it. Ten big books on my favourite topic! Three mini booklets and a big fat lump of a read called "Cracking The Short Story Market" by Iain Pattison. After I saw the parcel that contained them all, I ran straight to the kitchen, seized a pair of scissors off the table and went ahead stabbing the Sellotape and eagerly ripping it open.
Now before I go into the fables of the day, I'm going to clear up the cliffhanger I left at the end of the previous post.
My performance started, as we announced that we were going to do our act. I got up nervously joined by my companions, Jacob and Lauren, as they cleared the stage and allowed me to begin our act. I was singing as if I was a priest in a church and I can tell you now that it was not easy to keep a straight face as I stood there, eyes closed singing "ahhhhhhhmen" and "ahhhhhh yesss". I thought up the "ah yes" from the aid of the legendary Tom Baker, who used to be a monk you know? The audience of five were giggling and my adrenaline pumped up, the rush allowed me to turn into my crazy onstage alter ego (known in this case as Al Raffers).
At fifteen minutes, this was the longest performance me and my dear partner had done. But as we stood there making complete prats out of ourselves, it almost felt like we had been doing this all of our lives and the jokes seemed to come out fluently, some were bad, "why did the chicken cross the road?" "I don't know, why don't you go and ask him?" and some were worse, "What do you call a fish with no eyes?" "Fsh?" "No, blind!" but at the end of it, we got a massive applause and I was left feeling very proud of myself and my two co-stars. The double act truly is working out and yesterday proved it for sure. We were rated 98/100 for our performance and I must say that is in particular a brilliant score to have as the judge is harsh.
Back to todays antics, I decided to visit the Joseph Wright Centre. This is the home of Derby college, it is a big building which looks extremely dull in a futuristic kind of way on the outside, but full of fun on the inside. I was there for the open day, exploring to see if I could find the right courses for me and as my eyes burst out of their sockets at the look of the extremity of the place, I almost fell over for amazement! This was an entire world, I hadn't even know had existed until the very moment I stepped inside. Following the crowd, we approached the young woman at the table. She gave us a friendly face and ushered me into writing my name and details on a small page. After this we were all hurdled into a room that was full of comfy seats and a projector board.
We sat and a small pompous man stood in front of us. His skin was tanned and he wore a navy blue suit, which gave his stance a formal tone. His hands were clasped together, fidgeting at the look of the growing audience.
On his face, was a sweaty moustache which was mimicked by his hair, that had begun to recede half way across his head. Of all the features this man possessed, the bright red shirt was what stuck out the most. It was accompanied by a red and white poka dot tie, which was dazzling in the dim light. "Good evening", he cleared his throat as his rich voice spoke almost automatically. "Welcome to the Joseph Wright Center..."
And so the speech on for around twenty minutes and slowly but surely I found that I began to like this guy. He was honest and sweet, spoke of the students with real pride in his voice and made all of us feel calm and comforted. This place was a place that I could grow to love.
After the last slide, we began to pile out of our rooms and looked upon the map as we begun the quest to find the courses we wanted to hear more about. First I pursued the media room, eager to find if I could do my A2 course. The good news was that I could finish it! The bad news was I needed three extra AS topics before I could do it. A2 you may find yourself asking? Well let me explain why I'm even looking at college at the age of 17...
I made some wrong choices in year 12 and made some even worse ones in year 13. I decided to take a diploma in creative and media and found only recently that it was a rotten idea.
Back to reality....
I had 2 AS courses picked out. These were, extended project (a project about anything) and photography (photoshop, here I come!) and the final of the three I had originally decided to do, was Film Studies. But because of what I like to call "Al's academic luck", it had been dropped for the following year. Which left me with a dilemma, what course could I do? I seemed to recall the head talking about a games development course and decided to take a further look into it.
Sitting down at the table which had been set up with a black cloth draped over it and a laptop perched to the side of the two men that ran it. They introduced themselves as Bob, a man with glasses and short spiky hair, in his late 40's and Dan - grade one all over, slightly younger than the other. "We open the course with graphic designs", said Bob in a voice that had a light American accent to it, he continued to talk fondly about the course and I began to feel a bubble of excitement as I thought of the possibilities this course could have upon me and my short films. This was an amazing discovery, the enthusiasm was there. The man knew what he was on about, this course was like a dream come true, heaven in the form of education and then it happened. "...and you wouldn't have to do another course because this is the creative and media diploma", concluded Bob. I had to hold my mouth to stop myself choking. "Pardon", I whispered slowly. "This is the creative and media diploma", Bob repeated an eye raised in confusion.
My father had not picked up on the fact that this was the course I was trying to leave and began to squeeze more information out of the two until I kicked him in the shin and he took the hint.
We stood up and took our leave, not the most progressive talk, but certainly a funny situation.
  Reflecting on today, I find that it was most productive and has left me with positive thoughts of the future. How will it go? We shall have to see when we get there I suppose. The time will come and I'm sure I'll be here to blog about it. But until then, we continue on the road to, well, anywhere...