Oct 11, 2005 11:12
oh fucking hell my studio professor is a cold heartless bastard. i hate him and i want him and his hippie teaching assistant to die.
maybe thats a little rough but he made me cry in class today - but i didnt let anyone see.
so our assingment was to go to this plaza outside the architecture building and draw a bunch of olive trees and "capture the form and curvature of the trees". like i said, the prof. is a total hippie and he has us illustrating all these weird organic things that are of no value to me at all. anyhow, i was just sitting there for a solid hour and i got a little bored of the olive trees so i was doodling in my sketchbook and drawing a bunch of random stuff like the kid sitting next to me and bikes and stuff. well the jackass comes up behind me - before i can hide my stupid drawings - and says something terribly sarcastic like "i dont think those capture the essence of the tree". then he continues to berate me infront of the whole class about how i wasnt working on what he had said and how they should be ashamed of me for wasting precious class time (of which we had 3 HOURS). THEN he tells me to draw the tree for him and he kept saying how wrong it was, and to start over only this time 'dont force it'. well i about to 'force it' up his ass.
anyway. i really hate him because he knows he has the power to decide weather we make it into the second year architecture program next year so i cant tell him what i REALLY think and i cant even defend my sketches without having him comment on my technique.
frankly i shouldnt be letting a stupid little man and his obnoxious sidekick get to me like this but he could be the difference between making it and getting the boot next year.
OH and when he was all done embarrasing me, he said "and i look forward to seeing your drawings that are due on thursday" with this gigantic grin on his face - meaning i am going to have to go through the same thing then too.
....maybe ill just be sick
or kill myslef. then he'll feel guilty.
who am i kidding? he is cold and unfeeling, he wouldnt care