Thanks to Björn for finding this video. In our first year of art school we also had to practice drawing circles. Circles and ellipses. Sheet after sheet after sheet after sheet, I don't remember the requirements exactly. The teacher was called Brein, in English that translates to Brain. Of course practicing circles was boring, we didn't know about any World Championships. I doubt if that would have made us more ambitious. But when the day arrived that our circles were going to be reviewed, nobody had done enough work. Fortunately mister Brain called us into his room one by one, which gave us the chance to provide every student with more than the required amount of work, in the hallway the drawings mysteriously traveled from one portfolio into the next. So we all went into mister Brain's room with the same drawings. He never noticed. Or maybe he did, but he never said anything. Strangely enough, all the students got different marks.
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vandaar dat de leerlingen geen mobieltjes op school mogen gebruiken-je weet het maar nooit wat er opgenomen kan worden!
ok, ik surf nog ouderwets met IE. maar ik zie de video niet, een leeg blad, enkel als ik met de muis erover ga zie ik een blauw venster?
Hier doet-ie het wel. In Firefox.
Kun jij dat inmiddels ook? Zo perfect?
Ik krijg ineens een 'o ja, da's waar gevoel' als ik dit lees.
In 1986/1987 zat ik ook op St. Joost, en afgezien van Dominique Ampe was ik de namen van alle leraren vergeten.
Maar Brein, daar heb ik ook les van gehad. Wat voor vak gaf die in het basisjaar......?
Ge-wel-dig filmpje.
@ Ann: ik snap niet waarom je niks ziet. Ik heb gewoon de code van de youtube site in mijn blog geplakt. Dat doe jij zelf toch ook wel eens?
@ Marion: Brein gaf perspectief. En mijn eerste jaar was 1978/1979, dus hij heeft het er toch lang uitgehouden!
Geweldig filmpje trouwens. Moest nét een cirkel tekenen....
Is die man in te huren of zo ?
That is JUST AMAZING.
And I LOVE IT.
Wow, Eliane, I spend some years in Breda around the same time as you did! (Though I spend most of my time wandering from bar to bar: de Bommel, Club Venice, Spock and a loud white place near the Vismarkt of which I don't remember the name)
The 111? Or no, around the corner, god what was its name, I know exactly which one you mean. We must have no doubt known each other, I *lived* in those places. In the Venice as well. With the old woman at the door grumpily asking you whether you were a homosexual. I was a good liar.
Ja, nu zie ik het wel! Nu ik zie dat het youtube is vraag ik me ook af hoe dat kwam, misschien slechte verbinding of te druk bij ons in huis, 's avonds 4-5 computers die surfen op ons intern netwerkje? Maar nu is iedereen hier op school en werk en dat voel ik, gaat allemaal sneller.
It just came to me as I was riding my bike. Wasn't it The Excuse?
YEEEESSSS! I was googling for half an hour without any luck! The Excuse with that petite, short-cut lady behind the bar who always looked like she didn't get enough sleep! I must have spend half my study finance money there. I was such an unbearable pretentious flake in those days!
Casper are you sure you were gay back then? I do remember a Casper, god I just hope it's not you...!
I was as gay as a cathedral. Once a week some shopkeeper would great me with Ma'am. Makeup and girlie clothes. And soap in my hair to keep it up. When it rained my eyes would sting.
Things have changed, though.
What a relief! (I had a very unfortunate romantic involvement going on with the other Casper)