ATR torture

I keep seeing much more impressive models and work that people in the same year of study put up on the internet, makes me feel like a failure. Anyway; major casualty of the day while cutting balsa wood:

The shelves I made were really crappy and half the members broke off and were unusable. On a brighter note, the next day's effort was more successful.

And here is the building so far:

One of those days when I can't keep it to myself

Supposed to sit on this short test on architectural professional practice. At first everyone is told to sit with one table between each person. Sooner or later everyone dribbles slowly into the lecture hall, only to realise there is no space and they can't use the room next door. The professor then relieves the rule that everyone should sit with a table between and likewise everyone has a table to themselves, squashed in to complete the exam. I was trying to drink the rest of my coffee from lunch, looking around really coolly, but in fact I probably looked like some nervous wreck. I was getting the jitters.

Something really dumb, horrible and nerve wrecking (at the time) happens afterwards.