one hell of a stressful day.....

Body painting. Love it. The best lesson we have in my option. I dont care i have to get up at six on a friday morning and not get home until about half five - i adore this day!

The assesment however....well, that was just plain bad.

A deafening collection of heavy bass and rock music woke me from my models alarm tone. I said something about turning the bedside on light, she clicked it on, and...nothing.

'Not another bloody bulb!' was my first thought.

Oh no. My clock wouldn't light up when it was pressed like usual. Stumbling out of bed and across the room i hit the main light. Nothing agian.

A power cut. From what mum told me when i got home at the end of that day, that night had been thundering and lighting and both of my parents had actually gotten up and were gone down stairs to look at it. Me, nope, still fast alseep like a log.

So there is me and my model, my dad and brother all trying to get ready for the day, with no electric, or water may i add, with torches in hands and trying to find candles.

Once we got to the college it was all manic. No one knew where to set up, we had to get all the screens, towels, hairdressing equiptment, body paint, water, airbrush machines and chairs into our room without banging into anyone and then it was a case of 'go when your ready'.

My body paint was too detailed, i just didn't have enough time to paint all of it!Then of course we had the hairdressing teacher breathing down out necks to start on the hair - fair enough - but we can't leave the body paint unfinished or we'll fail that part as well!

I have to hand it to my model, my friend beth, she was great. There was me stressing out, swearing, smudging paint all over me as well as her, and she just stood and sat there like it was all normal. Even when i couldn't get the bra to stick to her she wasn't too fussed! Honestly, there isn't a bit of her body i now don't know.

Oh, and what really made the day - my friend told me she was leaving the course. That she'd had enough of all the work, of the bitchyness, of not learning anything new anymore and the new uniform.

There was one bright moment it has to be said. I was peckish - i hadn't eaten anything for six hours, so i dug out our tub of chocolate brownies. Yup yup! Half way through eating it, my hairdressing teacher poked her head around the screen. We were allowed to eat then, but i think they had in mind sandwiches and fruit. The healthly sort of thing. Not a pig out. She raised her eyebrows at me ' Hard work doing assesments ins't it?' All i could do was nod with a mouthful of brownie.

So all in all, i was glad when it was the end of the day. I collasped into bed and slept in late this morning. What my grades are i shall find out tomorrow. Christ i hope there good - i don't want to have to do a re-take of that. I think a bigger tub of brownies would be needed.