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HOLY CRAPOLA in the printmaking studio
Oct. 28th, 2009 12:14 amI'm in the printmaking studio right now. Working for once this semester. I was motivated to come back after Tap because I had a failed monotype. Ink was too tacky, paper too thin, and the press to tight. So the paper stuck to the plate.
Anyway, as you can all tell it's about 12:15 am in the morning. Not too late. I've been here since 10 pm. No big, I've done this before (once even to 1 am).
So I'm taking my zinc plate off the hotplate and then 2 state troopers come in. AH! I'm pretty sure they were troopers and not university police. They were decent enough, said 'good morning' and asked for my room pass. Thank god I always carry it in my wallet. Though I accidentally gave him my expired one first. And the other asked his partner if they needed ID. Without him asking I just handed it over to him. I know I wasn't doing anything wrong at all. The thing that scared me a bit is that I have never, ever heard of the police coming in to check if we're (students) allowed to work here.
(FYI the janitor just walked in and didn't care I was here so ... dunno what the police thing was about)
I'm assuming that they were concerned because to the best of my knowledge I'm the first student to work this late on a weeknight in a long while and seeing lights on in the studio might have raised some flags.
Just thank god I had my pass!
Anyway, as you can all tell it's about 12:15 am in the morning. Not too late. I've been here since 10 pm. No big, I've done this before (once even to 1 am).
So I'm taking my zinc plate off the hotplate and then 2 state troopers come in. AH! I'm pretty sure they were troopers and not university police. They were decent enough, said 'good morning' and asked for my room pass. Thank god I always carry it in my wallet. Though I accidentally gave him my expired one first. And the other asked his partner if they needed ID. Without him asking I just handed it over to him. I know I wasn't doing anything wrong at all. The thing that scared me a bit is that I have never, ever heard of the police coming in to check if we're (students) allowed to work here.
(FYI the janitor just walked in and didn't care I was here so ... dunno what the police thing was about)
I'm assuming that they were concerned because to the best of my knowledge I'm the first student to work this late on a weeknight in a long while and seeing lights on in the studio might have raised some flags.
Just thank god I had my pass!