Judgement Day

(Lest it be confused with the religious term, perhaps I should've left the "j" lowercase...)
So, as you've probably deduced, today was the day of our jury (and also the last day of school)! I woke up, got ready and headed to school. Almost everyone else was there, working on last-minute changes or just milling around, killing time. We were asked to bring our mannequin wearing our dress up to the top floor, so we all did that. Then Peter came in, and told the 4 of us semester students that we would be going first. I was to be 3rd, after Ashley and Liz. While waiting, I spent some time cleaning out my drawer (which, surprisingly, didn't take too long).
When it was my turn, Jen came down to call me up, and I went upstairs with my work in a couple of binders (along with the notebooks for Jen's projects). The tables were in a semicircle (well, more like a three-sided square). I was instructed to go into the open space and spread out my work. Peter was standing across from me in the open space, and asked me some questions. Among them were asking about the most challenging aspects (I said that each teachers had their own, sometimes conflicting styles, and dealing with my lack of sewing skills), and any suggestions for enhancing future classes (I said to make sure that every teacher knows about each students' skill level). Then, I showed my projects, paging through each notebook. There were some good comments made. Susan was the most vocal (of course), saying that I had a lot of curiosity "which, unfortunately, not a lot have that quality these days". She also mentioned that I wasn't afraid to do "unpopular" subjects (in response to seeing my accessories project for Jen dealing with the Space Race and retro-futurism). She also said that I worked very hard, and on seeing (for the second time) my bra photo, noted that I had "a very definite sense of fashion" and could maybe work as a fashion stylist. (I forgot to mention that in our class critique, she had said that I "had a lot of things going for me" in terms of designing.) Peter also asked at one point if I'd considered designing for theatre (specifically, costume design).
At the end, I was given my grades, first when Peter read them aloud, and then written on the official transcript. Here they are, both on the European 20-point scale and the American A-F scale:
French Language: 14.5/B+
Art History: 15/A-
Fashion Design: 17/A+
Draping: 17/A+
Sewing: 13.5/B
Flat Pattern: 17/A+
Textiles: 17/A+ (This was Susan's class, and she's a pretty tough grader. When Peter read out this one, he added a "bravo" at the end.)
Costume Research: 16/A
At the end of this, he handed me my transcript, and I was dismissed with a reminder that lunch was at 12 pm. I went back downstairs, got the rest of my things and went back to the apartment for a few hours and went back for lunch.
At first, we all sat around, drinking champagne, Peter toasting us to a good year and critiques. Then we ate some pasta and relaxed. I ate with Po-Lan, Nisa and Sharon. Susan joined us, and we talked about each of our respective summer plans. After that, we took some group pictures and I got individual pictures with each of my teachers.
After that, I went back and continued packing for about an hour or so. Then I took the metro to Galleries Lafayette to buy a few souvenirs, and came back. On my way back, two different people talked to me. One was to ask if she could follow me through the turnstile as I swiped my metro card, and then when I got on the RER B, a woman sat next to me and asked if the train stopped at Luxembourg, a fact I confirmed.
I wanted to do something that night, and decided to see a movie. I had wanted to see Iron Man, and looked up where it was playing. There was theater showing it near the Tour Montparnasse at 7 pm, so I went there after eating dinner. This theater was the biggest one I'd been to, with about 12 rooms, and 3 stories. Iron Man was on the topmost level, and I pushed open what I thought was the door to the theater. Well, it turned to be the door that led down and out into the main lobby, so I had to go back up and around to get in again. The movie was awesome, I'm so glad I saw it. It was definitely what I needed after so much work.
I got out around 9:25 pm, and since it was still light out, and decided to walk home in a different, roundabout way. I went down Boulevard Raspail to the Denfert-Rochereau RER stop, and then walked back up Avenue Denfert-Rochereau towards Port-Royal. When I came up near Jardin du Luxembourg, I saw something really cool. At a certain point, nearly the entire Sacre Coeur (which is all the way in the 18th, in the north) was visible. It's on a hill, and I've seen parts of it from elsewhere in the city, but I didn't realize how much of a straight-shot of a sight-line it was from that one spot. So that was really neat to see. After that, I came back and lounged around.
Hilary comes tomorrow!!!