Critique: Judgement Day
On , I showcased the final project at University of Memphis in the Arts and Communication building. I had barely gotten sleep for the past week and had pulled an all-nighter to perfect the project. My sister drove me to school as I sipped on green tea, and I waited in the classroom filled with nervous energy as I watched the other presenters. The lights dimmed low and I stood at the front of the room, barely hanging on from lack of sleep. As I flipped to the first slide, the room went quiet and I was filled with fear and thoughts of doubt crept into my mind. I paused to allow my audience time to read the first slide and gaze at the picture before flipping to the next. As I flipped through them, I glanced back at their faces and saw smiles and awe, and suddenly I felt confident and knew that my work was appreciated. I saw their faces shift from delight to concern to sadness, showing me that they were affected by the tragic story I had painstakingly woven. As I flipped off of the ending slide, there was silence, and some of my classmates crestfallenly asked, “Wait. . . is it over?” In the end, I only received positive feedback from everyone, including my professor, and it was one of my favorite moments in my college experience so far.
