We bombarded the bearer of the film with questions, to satisfy our impatience of discovering our own creation. The bell rang and we all entered shyly, while the ultimate judge sat on her throne at the front of the class in front of her computer. Each of us brought our USB to her, and we started the viewing. With nervous glancing and chattering, the leading group opened the film viewing session. It was decent, but we were better. We watched intensely, making thoughtful faces, when the teacher looked at us scornfully and discussed what we could and should have done when she turned her back. We watched the clock, knowing we would present, but we still had that thin sliver of hope that the ring of the bell would deliver us. Our names were called. We advanced to the front of the class, feeling slightly more confident now, getting ready to admire the result of our hard work and time. It was strange, seeing our hours and days of organisation be summed up in a handful of minutes. The film moved on, we laughed when we remembered things that happened behind the scenes. It ended, everyone clapped, but we knew we couldn’t base our verdict on the students’ opinions. Throughout the film, we were all watching the teacher at the back of the room jotting down notes with a concerned face.
We moved on to the bloopers, the moment we were looking forward to. All the members of our group laughed, but I noticed then it was only us laughing.