Oh no, it's finals week!

Oh yes, our final projects are due for a presentation this Wednesday. This means we'll be presenting our carefully labored, constructed hard toys and storybook progress, all recorded on video.

This means our class is cracking a bit under pressure.

The day started out alright, with people sanding plastic toy parts, testing paints and advising each other on paint methods and color choices. But a lot of us have way too much to finish before Wednesday, so panic was slowly setting in.

So a few classmates started trying to sweet-talk our workshop lab teacher to let us come in on SUNDAY, which is normally our only day off from the school week.

As if it weren't bad enough that we have to spend every full Saturday at school, toiling away on workshop toys like Santa's worker elves, we actually were pleading to have another workshop day on Sunday!

Then the Chair of the Toy Design department stopped by in the afternoon, with surprise cookie treats. She asked how we were doing and whether we'd be in tomorrow too. But we pitifully mentioned that we didn't have additional workshop hours tomorrow.

She gave us a look of shock and then had a quick talk with the lab teacher. Then she told us that we would be able to have lab class on Sunday after all.

To this, we responded with yelps of joy!

Later, I grabbed a quick dinner at McDonald's, where I realized that My Little Ponies were available with Happy Meals. So I brought My beautiful rainbow-haired, baby-blue Little Pony back, which of course was met with envy by Jan. She called another classmate, Carlito, who was still at Mickey D's to tell him to buy her a My Little Pony too, but without the Happy Meal.

Carlito came back, to tell us that the lady at McDonald's wouldn't let him buy a pony without buying a Happy Meal.

...to which, Jan responded, "What!? I'm gonna kick her in the face!"

I was equally dismayed by this news. And as we started bitching about how effed up it was that McD's wouldn't let her buy a pony, Carlito tossed the pouch of beautiful rainbow-haired party-themed pony at Jan, at which she cooed with glee. Oh that crazy Carlito.

Half the class stayed after lab hours, (as usual during finals) until 2am, when security guards kick us out. We generally manage to get along and laugh and listen to music while we work, but today it got to the point where someone left the room to cry, and later, another classmate sliced his finger with an exacto knife at his desk, dripping blood, causing him to nearly faint. Another student had to help him take a cab to the emergency room for stitches.

So tonight, I'm going to get a good night's rest, so I'm alert enough to not injure myself while working. And maybe I'll pick up some extra Vietnamese sandwiches to keep everyone's blood sugar up. And somehow I will finish this plastic baby "Girlilla," and it will be beautiful!