If
If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming lack of sleep,
If you can trust yourself when others doubt you, but still believe you're in this far too deep.
If you can wait forever by the Studio and still be able to crack a tired joke,
And being told "at least another hour", go back outside for yet another smoke,
If you daydream of the time it will be over, but don't ignore the work that lies ahead,
If you can recite the Latin name for clover, and know the different properties of lead,
If you can meet with Jamie and with Andrew, and strive to understand just what's required,
If you can bear the twisted words they've written, when something positive was so desired,
Or watch your work be shredded in the process, and go back and start from scratch with worn out pens,
If you think you've got it sorted, but you haven't - you were looking down the wrong end of the lens.
If you can find just one thing you are proud of, and work, and work some more until it glows
But lose, and start again at the beginning, and never speak a word about your woes.
If you can force your heart and nerve and pencil, to serve you long after everyone's in bed,
And hold on when there's nothing left within you, and all your creativity is dead.
If you can stick the lectures without yawning, pretend you know just what you're supposed to do.
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, by saying "what's that blob right there in blue?"
If what they say counts with you, but not too much. If you can see the value of the crit
If what they say seems hurtful, be determined to let them see you couldn't give a shit.
If you can fill the unforgiving sketchbook, with 60 pages worth of sketches done.
If you can hold your own at presentation, and answer all the questions one by one.
If you can find another shade of green, mate, and just try not to end up round the bend,
Then yours is Hadlow and everything that's in it! And what's more, you'll be a Graduate my friend.
If you can trust yourself when others doubt you, but still believe you're in this far too deep.
If you can wait forever by the Studio and still be able to crack a tired joke,
And being told "at least another hour", go back outside for yet another smoke,
If you daydream of the time it will be over, but don't ignore the work that lies ahead,
If you can recite the Latin name for clover, and know the different properties of lead,
If you can meet with Jamie and with Andrew, and strive to understand just what's required,
If you can bear the twisted words they've written, when something positive was so desired,
Or watch your work be shredded in the process, and go back and start from scratch with worn out pens,
If you think you've got it sorted, but you haven't - you were looking down the wrong end of the lens.
If you can find just one thing you are proud of, and work, and work some more until it glows
But lose, and start again at the beginning, and never speak a word about your woes.
If you can force your heart and nerve and pencil, to serve you long after everyone's in bed,
And hold on when there's nothing left within you, and all your creativity is dead.
If you can stick the lectures without yawning, pretend you know just what you're supposed to do.
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, by saying "what's that blob right there in blue?"
If what they say counts with you, but not too much. If you can see the value of the crit
If what they say seems hurtful, be determined to let them see you couldn't give a shit.
If you can fill the unforgiving sketchbook, with 60 pages worth of sketches done.
If you can hold your own at presentation, and answer all the questions one by one.
If you can find another shade of green, mate, and just try not to end up round the bend,
Then yours is Hadlow and everything that's in it! And what's more, you'll be a Graduate my friend.
posted by Jackie Edwards at 1:52 pm
4 Comments:
If you can write a clever poem
after a long and depressing week
with only one short swear word then
THAT is an amazing feat!
Jackie - you never cease to amaze me with your talent for words and humour. Well done! This made me laugh so much - just what's needed at this time!
Do you think Rudyard Kipling would have made a good garden designer? Somehow I doubt it. Great work Jackie, I'm really enjoying your blog. And for those of you not familiar with the original, here it is.
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