Let me explain the Graded Unit.
First rule about Graded Unit, you don’t
talk about graded unit.
It takes over your life.
It takes over all other classes.
It’s a
personal project of your own choosing, that needs to fit into one of six
categories, dictated from the college.
Each student gets four, twenty-minute mentoring sessions to discuss
their ideas and progress on their project. Each meeting the student is awarded points on their
progress. It’s a bit like a game
show because you need to get the maximum amounts of points as once the meeting
is over any points you didn’t achieve are lost. The points are converted into a percentage and that dictates
whether you leave with an A, B or C final grade for the year. You must juggle this project and its
deadlines while still handing in the work for all other classes.
The meetings
are held at three-week intervals and when I said you get twenty minutes, I mean
there’s a timer ticking away just to add to the anxiety of it. The whole year had to attend a seminar to get an explanation of the points system. You were actively encouraged to pay
close attention to the marking schedule when planning and producing the work.
One lecturer said, “we know already
who won’t pull their socks up”, meaning they knew which students wouldn’t
be able to step it up a gear for the graded unit, which is totally self
directed.
Students had
staggered start dates and I was one of the last group so I had 5 weeks to think
of a project and my mind went blank.
I knew I wasn’t going to complete second year and I just wanted to make
my life as easy as possible. I was
into week four and still had nothing lined up.
Then I went
to a Burlesque show with some friends.
I never usually take my camera to events, as it’s so heavy. It’s also usually really dark and my
off camera flash skills wasn’t the greatest. I arrived a bit early, the dancers came on stage for a
rehearsal and I took my camera out just to confirm to myself that yes it was
too dark and I wasn’t going to get anything worth keeping. Just as I put the camera up to my face
someone spotted me and starting asking questions. Did I have
permission to take photographs? I
explained I was a student and without a flash I’d get nothing of any interest,
which I sort of knew before it left my bag. Turned out the guy that was chatting to me was the tour
manager! Oops. He said he tried to get someone to
volunteer to take photographs but had no luck. He said the tour was back next month. I was trying to dig myself out of my awkward hole and said if he wanted I could put a notice up in the college
to see if anyone was interested. Then he said, "you could come back'. And, there you have it, that’s how my
project was born.
I started doing
my research and printed out images from the internet that I wanted to try out. I was crapping myself about the actual
event because I’ve never really learnt anything about using my off camera
flash, so I booked a course. I really
thought I’d done so much work and that I would get a fair amount of points. I was back on IV antibiotics again and
my head was a bit up my arse with remembering things and I missed my first
mentoring session. I was not
popular.
I explained
the situation and how my medication exhausts me and managed to re arrange my
meeting, but this is something they don’t usually do and I felt my card had been
marked. I got four points for my
first meeting and was totally deflated.
I needed 51 points just to pass with a C. I was okay with that, I just wanted a pass but was beginning
to think I wouldn’t get there.
My mentor
said I would need to photograph some other shows and not just the
Burlesque. I couldn’t understand
at that point why I needed to do more.
He suggested 3-4 other shows and here’s me thinking I was going to make
this as easy as possible. By the
next meeting he said do 3-4 other shows.
I was a bit annoyed and said 3-4 you mentioned the first time around or
3-4 plus the 3-4 you said at the first meeting. He was a bit pissed off with me, but I think there wasn’t
really a clear understanding of my situation. I didn’t get the whole SQA rules (Scottish Qualifications
Authority) on how things were marked.
I stressed
over the 3 weeks after my second meeting and really thought if I go back for my
third meeting and he’s not pleased I may as well give up. I had barely done anything for my three
other classes. I think I had the
attitude that if this graded unit was going nowhere then doing the work for the
other classes was pointless.
By my third
meeting I’d done so much work. I’d
listened to all the suggestions and I ticked all the boxes. I pulled my socks up and thought “I’ve
got this”! I also managed to put
my project across in a way that fitted the initial brief and he understood how
it all fitted together. He was
very impressed and I got a hefty slice of points, which made up for my last two
meetings. By my third meeting I
had my C pass in the net. All I
had to do now was complete all other classes, edit all my photos and return to my final meeting with an
example of how I was going to present my work. More points were up for grabs and I really went from strength
to strength. My final meeting was
great and he seemed really impressed with how I managed to put everything
together.
I eventually
walked away with an A for the final year, which I was really proud of. I know a lot of people probably got an
A too, but I felt it was even more important for me as I really got next to no
points in those first two meetings.
I really did pull my bloody socks up.
I hope
you all like the photos. I was utterly exhausted getting these and it was
a real struggle I'll tell you, because I basically had to bird watch with my
camera and take the shot when the dancers stood in a certain place on the stage
when the lighting guy had lit them up well. This all had to be done at
the same time, while they were moving. I was constantly changing settings
on my camera. Thanks to my lovely tall friend Lisa for making sure I
didn't fall off my stool. I want to thank Burgerking for the best whopper
with cheese I ever tasted at 11pm and finally a big congratulations to Betty
D'Light who I didn't know at the time was expecting her very own Royal
Baby.
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