Post by ADMIN~! on Sept 10, 2008 14:49:51 GMT -8
-flaming mad- As you guys know, I take film class, which is by far my favourite and the one I go to every spare period I have. The teacher is absolutely fantastic and the studio itself, amazing. The entire place is accepting of everybody - it's the goal - and a safe haven for all students, whether they be loners, gay, weird, nerds, "special" or whatever. We take all kinds and socialize them all. Everyone is unique and welcome in the studio.
However this year, our amazing teacher who has worked so hard for that accepting atmosphere, is sadly getting knee surgery. He's very active and energetic, and injured it while skiing. Poor guy. We all love and respect him, and of course, wish him well. While he's off for a month however, we obviously have a substitute teacher (ST). -hisses-
You know... I'm a pretty accepting person, at least outwardly. I'm determined to at least act civil around everyone I can, especially in the case of our ST. I'm the studio tech (kinda like a secretary), and our beloved teacher asked me to make an effort to help her out. Out of respect for him, I'm doing the best I can... but I can hardly stand her! She's a complete controlling bitch, and I don't say that lightly. We've had her for three days, which isn't very long and I already hate her! At the start, I didn't like her, mostly because the studio just wasn't the same without our teacher. I mean, hell, he is the studio. Not having him has changed everything.
At the start I was determined to stay nice with her. She's brand new to the school, doesn't know the ways of the studio (which are WAAAAAYY different than any classroom. Seriously), doesn't know the kids, etc., etc. You get what I mean. However, that was before today.
Today. Fuck, if I could speak my mind directly to her.... -trembles with anger-
I'm a writer. We all are here. We live for creativity and expression of the mind, soul and body. What we do is magic with words, even if we can be a bit raw and undeveloped at times. We were told in film class that we were going to do a screenplay (script) assignment while our teacher was gone. It's a simple project, with no filming and need to use equipment. Easy for a ST, right? NOT.
We started the assignment today. To begin with, we're studying conflict and consequence, which in my opinion are fairly boring. It's just one of those things I understand - which I'm sure most writers do - and don't need to be taught. However, not everyone writes, so I'm fine with it being taught. Being taught right, that is. After the ST covered the basics, we were given an in-class assignment to do. On a sheet of paper were ten different scenarios of conflict, and we had to choose out of those, which would create the most serious of consequences. It’s (excuse the repetition) easy for anyone, right? NOT. After completing it, we went through the list as a class. At number four… urk, I need a new paragraph.
4) choosing between mushrooms or pepperoni for your pizza
Could there be a serious consequence? Hell yeah! Imagine if someone was allergic to mushrooms, or the pepperoni was poisoned. That could be a complete disaster, no? After the ST read out that question, a lot of the class (mostly jokingly) said yeah, that it could be serious. Many were serious however, even if they were smiling. She looked at us and said it couldn’t, but then people started bursting out with the allergy to mushroom possibilities and such (you know how an entire class gets when they’re all talking). She kept saying no you couldn’t, getting angrier and angrier until she finally slapped down the papers in her hand and started flipping.
Not literally flipping, but shouting at the class that there was not a serious consequence to number four, and that we needed to take this seriously. “That is not a good conflict for a story” (take note she’s yelling) “that cannot be a basis for a good story. I am here to teach what makes a good story, and that doesn’t make a good story! No, listen to me, that doesn’t make a good story!” Etc., etc.
Umm… what? What happened to our screenplay? OUR screenplay? What happened to the creativity and joy in writing our a story that’s made for film, no matter what the fucking conflict is? I don’t care if someone is writing about dropping a candle and having that as the main conflict! (There could have been a ghost or something trapped in it… who know? xD) You, as a FILM teacher, are supposed to encourage creativity and inspiration, to direct away from the cookie-cutter forms of society. Try to, you know, actually have students who can think and do things for themselves?
All I can say is, what the fuck are you doing teaching a creative course? Go beat students for not doing math homework or something. o.O
I'm sure there are spelling errors and typos all through there, but I don't care xD
However this year, our amazing teacher who has worked so hard for that accepting atmosphere, is sadly getting knee surgery. He's very active and energetic, and injured it while skiing. Poor guy. We all love and respect him, and of course, wish him well. While he's off for a month however, we obviously have a substitute teacher (ST). -hisses-
You know... I'm a pretty accepting person, at least outwardly. I'm determined to at least act civil around everyone I can, especially in the case of our ST. I'm the studio tech (kinda like a secretary), and our beloved teacher asked me to make an effort to help her out. Out of respect for him, I'm doing the best I can... but I can hardly stand her! She's a complete controlling bitch, and I don't say that lightly. We've had her for three days, which isn't very long and I already hate her! At the start, I didn't like her, mostly because the studio just wasn't the same without our teacher. I mean, hell, he is the studio. Not having him has changed everything.
At the start I was determined to stay nice with her. She's brand new to the school, doesn't know the ways of the studio (which are WAAAAAYY different than any classroom. Seriously), doesn't know the kids, etc., etc. You get what I mean. However, that was before today.
Today. Fuck, if I could speak my mind directly to her.... -trembles with anger-
I'm a writer. We all are here. We live for creativity and expression of the mind, soul and body. What we do is magic with words, even if we can be a bit raw and undeveloped at times. We were told in film class that we were going to do a screenplay (script) assignment while our teacher was gone. It's a simple project, with no filming and need to use equipment. Easy for a ST, right? NOT.
We started the assignment today. To begin with, we're studying conflict and consequence, which in my opinion are fairly boring. It's just one of those things I understand - which I'm sure most writers do - and don't need to be taught. However, not everyone writes, so I'm fine with it being taught. Being taught right, that is. After the ST covered the basics, we were given an in-class assignment to do. On a sheet of paper were ten different scenarios of conflict, and we had to choose out of those, which would create the most serious of consequences. It’s (excuse the repetition) easy for anyone, right? NOT. After completing it, we went through the list as a class. At number four… urk, I need a new paragraph.
4) choosing between mushrooms or pepperoni for your pizza
Could there be a serious consequence? Hell yeah! Imagine if someone was allergic to mushrooms, or the pepperoni was poisoned. That could be a complete disaster, no? After the ST read out that question, a lot of the class (mostly jokingly) said yeah, that it could be serious. Many were serious however, even if they were smiling. She looked at us and said it couldn’t, but then people started bursting out with the allergy to mushroom possibilities and such (you know how an entire class gets when they’re all talking). She kept saying no you couldn’t, getting angrier and angrier until she finally slapped down the papers in her hand and started flipping.
Not literally flipping, but shouting at the class that there was not a serious consequence to number four, and that we needed to take this seriously. “That is not a good conflict for a story” (take note she’s yelling) “that cannot be a basis for a good story. I am here to teach what makes a good story, and that doesn’t make a good story! No, listen to me, that doesn’t make a good story!” Etc., etc.
Umm… what? What happened to our screenplay? OUR screenplay? What happened to the creativity and joy in writing our a story that’s made for film, no matter what the fucking conflict is? I don’t care if someone is writing about dropping a candle and having that as the main conflict! (There could have been a ghost or something trapped in it… who know? xD) You, as a FILM teacher, are supposed to encourage creativity and inspiration, to direct away from the cookie-cutter forms of society. Try to, you know, actually have students who can think and do things for themselves?
All I can say is, what the fuck are you doing teaching a creative course? Go beat students for not doing math homework or something. o.O
I'm sure there are spelling errors and typos all through there, but I don't care xD
