It's Wednesday Already?!
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textileowlSo Savannah was beautiful, making it hard to come back to Columbus and deal with the cold and grey ickiness. Although today was sunny, it doesn't make up for the chilly and depression.
But let's go back to Savannah for a minute.
Saturday, we woke up and went out into the town early enough to do some wandering before meeting up with the grad recruitment. Savannah, and especially the historic district is a very pretty town, especially when there is no one else but you and the line at Paula Dean's. I managed to get myself thoroughly confused by the streets being not quite north and south but figured it out eventually.
The grad recruitment started out with a breakfast and overview of what was required in admissions and a bit about financial aid. From there, we were split into groups and shuttled off to our respective departments. Now, SCAD is nothing like OSU in make-up or layout. For one thing, there is no "campus". The school purchased and renovated old buildings for their classrooms and etc, which means they are scattered through out Savannah, with a concentration in the NorthWestern part of the cities Historical District.
The fashion department is a bit south, about 2 miles and on the edge of a not fantastic neighbourhood. It's in a beautiful old schoolhouse that is huge at three stories. It's stocked with industrial Jukies - more than I've ever seen in my life, a computer lab twice the size of the one I currently have class in and well-controlled temperature wise, as well as brand new industrial dressforms in sizes that conform to standards specific to lingerie, swimwear, couture evening wear and more. It showed me and Pyr how a well funded school could outfit themselves and it made us drool. The grad professor we did the tour with was a typical slightly stuffy Irishwoman whose job was to put the fear of grad school into the minds of children. And she damned near convinced me. Thankfully, Pyr was able to remind me that I am up for the challenge. Though the other girl interested in the program didn't seem to be capable of cutting it in grad school. She never asked questions, but sounding insulted at some of the things the professor mentioned afterwards as we continued back to the main hub of activities.
We weren't ready for lunch when we returned to the admissions hall, so we wandered some more trying to get a sense of what was going on in the historical district. Lunch was buffet style and rather unremarkable, but we did get to chat with some of the grad students that had volunteered for the day but didn't get a whole lot of useful information out of them. Then the director of grad recruitment came over (Pyr's hair being green helped her remember my intended department and that I hadn't applied) and went into a little bit more depth about applying. I had been apprehensive about my GPA being only 2.8 but she mentioned that they round up so I shouldn't worry too much. Having good GRE scores helps with financial aid, but the biggest chunk of the decision will be made from my portfolio. So after dispelling some of my fear ( but no where near all of them) we went inside and I filled out an application while Pyr continued to discuss things like job-hunting and housing with the Director some more.
Afterwards we explored the area a bit more, going past dorms that used to be old hotels and visiting the campus bookstore and art supply before heading to the only non-corporate fabric store Fabrika, which is run by a former SCAD student. She makes custom purses and also is a supplier for Fashion students for good quality fabrics. From there we moved to the shopping district which really consisted of a few big names like Banana Republic, Marc by Marc Jacobs, American Apparel, etc and little shops that were either kitschy decor or menswear for the local population which is 57% African American. It was surprising that, for a city that survives on students and tourism, there wasn't more of the boutiques and like that have kept the Short North, Clintonville, and Grandview alive.
Having exhausted all the energy I had and most of Pyr's, we stopped back at the hotel and pondered dinner. We had walked down the riverfront earlier and in spite of the rampant tourism and the tourists themselves, chose to eat at one of the restaurants down there called Huey's. It was busy and they seemed to only have one waiter who was also a bartender but we were seated fairly quickly. We ordered the gumbo, crawfish etouffee, an oyster po'boy, and beignets which ended up being breakfast on Sunday. Everything was very good, the gumbo came with cornbread so sweet and buttery that I ould have eaten just that for dinner and have been happy. My half of the oyster po'boy had shell in it, but I wasn't terribly surprised or grossed out by that. Overall, a good place to eat, though maybe next time for breakfast.
We went back to the hotel, I worked a bit on a project that was due on Monday, then we slept. Sunday was driving day. We left at 9, and 11 impossibly long hours later we were back in Columbus. We had Sushi Ting for dinner, our last expensive meal for a while, then came home to needy cats.
But let's go back to Savannah for a minute.
Saturday, we woke up and went out into the town early enough to do some wandering before meeting up with the grad recruitment. Savannah, and especially the historic district is a very pretty town, especially when there is no one else but you and the line at Paula Dean's. I managed to get myself thoroughly confused by the streets being not quite north and south but figured it out eventually.
The grad recruitment started out with a breakfast and overview of what was required in admissions and a bit about financial aid. From there, we were split into groups and shuttled off to our respective departments. Now, SCAD is nothing like OSU in make-up or layout. For one thing, there is no "campus". The school purchased and renovated old buildings for their classrooms and etc, which means they are scattered through out Savannah, with a concentration in the NorthWestern part of the cities Historical District.
The fashion department is a bit south, about 2 miles and on the edge of a not fantastic neighbourhood. It's in a beautiful old schoolhouse that is huge at three stories. It's stocked with industrial Jukies - more than I've ever seen in my life, a computer lab twice the size of the one I currently have class in and well-controlled temperature wise, as well as brand new industrial dressforms in sizes that conform to standards specific to lingerie, swimwear, couture evening wear and more. It showed me and Pyr how a well funded school could outfit themselves and it made us drool. The grad professor we did the tour with was a typical slightly stuffy Irishwoman whose job was to put the fear of grad school into the minds of children. And she damned near convinced me. Thankfully, Pyr was able to remind me that I am up for the challenge. Though the other girl interested in the program didn't seem to be capable of cutting it in grad school. She never asked questions, but sounding insulted at some of the things the professor mentioned afterwards as we continued back to the main hub of activities.
We weren't ready for lunch when we returned to the admissions hall, so we wandered some more trying to get a sense of what was going on in the historical district. Lunch was buffet style and rather unremarkable, but we did get to chat with some of the grad students that had volunteered for the day but didn't get a whole lot of useful information out of them. Then the director of grad recruitment came over (Pyr's hair being green helped her remember my intended department and that I hadn't applied) and went into a little bit more depth about applying. I had been apprehensive about my GPA being only 2.8 but she mentioned that they round up so I shouldn't worry too much. Having good GRE scores helps with financial aid, but the biggest chunk of the decision will be made from my portfolio. So after dispelling some of my fear ( but no where near all of them) we went inside and I filled out an application while Pyr continued to discuss things like job-hunting and housing with the Director some more.
Afterwards we explored the area a bit more, going past dorms that used to be old hotels and visiting the campus bookstore and art supply before heading to the only non-corporate fabric store Fabrika, which is run by a former SCAD student. She makes custom purses and also is a supplier for Fashion students for good quality fabrics. From there we moved to the shopping district which really consisted of a few big names like Banana Republic, Marc by Marc Jacobs, American Apparel, etc and little shops that were either kitschy decor or menswear for the local population which is 57% African American. It was surprising that, for a city that survives on students and tourism, there wasn't more of the boutiques and like that have kept the Short North, Clintonville, and Grandview alive.
Having exhausted all the energy I had and most of Pyr's, we stopped back at the hotel and pondered dinner. We had walked down the riverfront earlier and in spite of the rampant tourism and the tourists themselves, chose to eat at one of the restaurants down there called Huey's. It was busy and they seemed to only have one waiter who was also a bartender but we were seated fairly quickly. We ordered the gumbo, crawfish etouffee, an oyster po'boy, and beignets which ended up being breakfast on Sunday. Everything was very good, the gumbo came with cornbread so sweet and buttery that I ould have eaten just that for dinner and have been happy. My half of the oyster po'boy had shell in it, but I wasn't terribly surprised or grossed out by that. Overall, a good place to eat, though maybe next time for breakfast.
We went back to the hotel, I worked a bit on a project that was due on Monday, then we slept. Sunday was driving day. We left at 9, and 11 impossibly long hours later we were back in Columbus. We had Sushi Ting for dinner, our last expensive meal for a while, then came home to needy cats.
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Date: 2008-10-30 12:13 am (UTC)