Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Well, Its time to talk.
School school school. Not much else to say. Its driving me crazy. I am working my ass of to get good grades, but end with something thats only decent. I dont know what the hell Im doing wrong. I have better looking negs than other people, and better looking prints than other people, and yet, my grades are worse than theirs. I just dont understand. I pay attention to all the little details, but get major points knocked off for something minor. Other people have worse mistakes, and alot of 'em, and get hardly any points taken off. It sucks. Oh well.
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grades don't matter...right?
i know what it is... but you wont like the answer. it's simple really, i think you're just too close to see the whole picture.
You know, a lot of times I feel quite guilty 'cause I'm on the other side of that. I don't know as much as other people, but I'll usually end up with a better grade. It's all about knowing the system...it's not the greatest thing in the world. Especially for your case, a grade is no indication of how successful you'll be in the end. I had the system beat into me. I don't think you want the system beat into you. It makes you sterile...and uncreative.
Im too lazy to sign in even though its my own blog...
What is it Brenda? Tell me. Im not just refering to Ngoc, either. I learned to work the system ages ago, but in this one class, the system stopped working for me. Blah......
ngoc? she has nothing to do with this. you may not understand what they are doing- but it's for your own good.
I understand if youre mean what I think you mean. Same as you not telling me the secret. But goddammit, why do I have to get graded a bit harder cause Im a bit better? To make my work go above and beyond the minimum requirements, just because I can? Like in photoshop class, my teacher stated to me in a talk we were having that there were two grading scales in the class, one for the class and one for me. Of course he said he'd deny it if I ever told anyone :) But still, is it really fair?
Oh yeah, and why do all the teachers in the photo department know about me before I ever met them? Y me?!?!?!?!?!?!
remember: what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
or as my mother would say to me: it puts hair on your chest. i must have gone through a lot of crap like that because instead of hair on my chest, i got boobs. interesting.
wow the nov 21st and 22nd blog comments are quite evil...excellent
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