A day in my life!....
Ups and downs.
I woke up, made my alarm go off no less than 8 times. I hit the snooze button each time that Twisted Nerve alarm played on my phone. My neighbors must be so pissed (serves them right, motherfuckers).
I went to my first class and my eyelids kept going down on me. I swear, that class is hella boring. I made a mental note before class that I would not make ANY comments, so as not to embarrass myself, AGAIN. So, of course, not having anything to excite myself about (no talk of movies will make this happen), I spazzed out. At one point the professor looked at me for a split second (it seemed like ages), and I went, "OMG! She knows!" in my mind. I hate that with professors, some of them are really intuitive. Its like they can read your mind. Anyway, she looked at me for a really long time (again, it was really just a second) and I freaked out because it seemed like she saw in to my soul and realized I was not paying any attention to her.
After faking interest in her lecture, I went to my next class.
On the way there, a professor holding a ton of books comes up to me to say 'Hi!' Its my screenwriting professor from last year, asking me if she could show the short film I made to her new screenwriting class. I told her it was okay. But immediately regretted it, as the film is embarrassing when taken out of context. It's a 5 minute "mockumentary" using cartoon cut-outs of zombies and a condiment bottle of fake blood. It took a weekend to make, and is hilarious (for my friends and I, but not so much for people who don't "get it"). haha
After chatting with her for a little bit, the conversation started getting quieter and started to resemble the awkward conversation exhibited in CollegeHumor's Awkward Rap. Yeah, it was pretty damned awkward.
I haven't done the reading. Its fucking boring. We were separated in to 3 person groups, and luck would have it, our topic was "Deception and Shame" in the short story Brokeback Mountain. FUCK. I don't know what the hell I'm talking about. So I kept quiet and regurgitated bits and pieces I remembered from reading the Brokeback Mountain Wikipedia page and hoped to god I didn't just reiterate the movie storyline.
Upon leaving, we got back our Analytical Essay. FUCKING SHIT. I got a C. On closer inspection, using the skills I picked up after years of Harriet the Spy watching, I turned over the page to see the real score I got on the essay, before the instructor covered it up with white-out to take in consideration the class grading curve. I initially got a D on my essay!!! What the fuck!?
I left in a huff, hating life.
The instructor is nearly 10 minutes late for class, in this time I check my email on my computer. I got a multiple recipient email from the professor in charge of the Lost internship I applied for. I count 12 applicant's emails in the letter. There is an interview session May 7. I don't do well on interviews (i.e. The Great R.A. Interview/Epic Fail of 2009). Unless I have a reference that actually knows the decider of said position, I don't fair well (I'm like 1 in 10 at this point- only getting one job per ten interviews when I don't have an 'inside' guy). I have mixed feelings about this email. I traveled a really long way and endured all kinds of crap just for this internship. For serious, I read an article in the local newspaper about the film program here having so much clout in the local film industry that they had the choice internships. This article was the reason I came here. I worked really hard to one day get that internship.... and now it seems like it's not going to work out. This may be my last chance, it's THE LAST SEASON!
I felt excited and sad.
Fashion Marketing. Oh, yesterday, I found out the fashion classes I've been taking doesn't apply to my major and theres really no reason for me to take them (other than "for fun", this is bullshit!). The professor went for a clear hour talking to us about what "haute couture" was. This was nice, but it had nothing to do with anything in our final (so already I was against listening to it, as I don't want to get confused over things I SHOULD know). After class everyone that wasn't there on Thursday (this included me) had to stay back and hear more of a lecture about grades, what's expected of us, and what our mid-term grades meant. The professor told us that this class was "the weirdest class" she EVER taught. Based on the grades, there was one really high score (a perfect 200 points!), a couple 'in the middle' scores' (probably around 150 points), and the rest really low, (100 points and less). Guess where I am!? The lowest. Balls.
But it's a good thing she's curving the grade, making the person scoring 200 pts have no real matter in our grades. She thought it must've been a weird job on her part, to make us not understand the course material that much. I just didn't study. Though, she seemed like she had a really nice sense of humor about everything.
After that class I walked on over to the film school offices to drop off my declaration of major form. If I fast track this, I will be able to get a better chance at that internship. I walk all the way there and the receptionist has already left for the day. If I hadn't of stayed after Fashion Marketing, I would've caught her. Life sucks.
I walk back to Campus Center and walk slowly to the college newspaper office. I've been meaning to apply to become a writer on their staff, mainly in the Opinions column. They were really friendly. I may even be older than most of the staff on there. I was told the opinions editor would email me soon to get me started on being more familiar with things. This made me happy. I write a lot, on this journal, my tumblr, my moleskine.. so I kinda figured it was time to get down to business and actually get paid to write my thoughts on things. Maybe I'll be able to afford decent food this month.
After speaking to one of the staff, I got up and walked to the actual campus center to kill time. The night shuttle starts in an hour and I'd have a ride to the japanese grocery store. I need comfort food. Sushi is the only thing that holds that down. So, here I am. I just wrote everything that happened to me today, up till right now.
I'm sitting at campus center, my computer on my lap, my comp battery plugged in to the wall, writing this (very long) entry on how much today sucked the emotion out of me. I'm listening to 'It's Blitz!' by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs and am pretty much being a recluse.
I woke up, made my alarm go off no less than 8 times. I hit the snooze button each time that Twisted Nerve alarm played on my phone. My neighbors must be so pissed (serves them right, motherfuckers).
I went to my first class and my eyelids kept going down on me. I swear, that class is hella boring. I made a mental note before class that I would not make ANY comments, so as not to embarrass myself, AGAIN. So, of course, not having anything to excite myself about (no talk of movies will make this happen), I spazzed out. At one point the professor looked at me for a split second (it seemed like ages), and I went, "OMG! She knows!" in my mind. I hate that with professors, some of them are really intuitive. Its like they can read your mind. Anyway, she looked at me for a really long time (again, it was really just a second) and I freaked out because it seemed like she saw in to my soul and realized I was not paying any attention to her.
After faking interest in her lecture, I went to my next class.
On the way there, a professor holding a ton of books comes up to me to say 'Hi!' Its my screenwriting professor from last year, asking me if she could show the short film I made to her new screenwriting class. I told her it was okay. But immediately regretted it, as the film is embarrassing when taken out of context. It's a 5 minute "mockumentary" using cartoon cut-outs of zombies and a condiment bottle of fake blood. It took a weekend to make, and is hilarious (for my friends and I, but not so much for people who don't "get it"). haha
After chatting with her for a little bit, the conversation started getting quieter and started to resemble the awkward conversation exhibited in CollegeHumor's Awkward Rap. Yeah, it was pretty damned awkward.
I haven't done the reading. Its fucking boring. We were separated in to 3 person groups, and luck would have it, our topic was "Deception and Shame" in the short story Brokeback Mountain. FUCK. I don't know what the hell I'm talking about. So I kept quiet and regurgitated bits and pieces I remembered from reading the Brokeback Mountain Wikipedia page and hoped to god I didn't just reiterate the movie storyline.
Upon leaving, we got back our Analytical Essay. FUCKING SHIT. I got a C. On closer inspection, using the skills I picked up after years of Harriet the Spy watching, I turned over the page to see the real score I got on the essay, before the instructor covered it up with white-out to take in consideration the class grading curve. I initially got a D on my essay!!! What the fuck!?
I left in a huff, hating life.
The instructor is nearly 10 minutes late for class, in this time I check my email on my computer. I got a multiple recipient email from the professor in charge of the Lost internship I applied for. I count 12 applicant's emails in the letter. There is an interview session May 7. I don't do well on interviews (i.e. The Great R.A. Interview/Epic Fail of 2009). Unless I have a reference that actually knows the decider of said position, I don't fair well (I'm like 1 in 10 at this point- only getting one job per ten interviews when I don't have an 'inside' guy). I have mixed feelings about this email. I traveled a really long way and endured all kinds of crap just for this internship. For serious, I read an article in the local newspaper about the film program here having so much clout in the local film industry that they had the choice internships. This article was the reason I came here. I worked really hard to one day get that internship.... and now it seems like it's not going to work out. This may be my last chance, it's THE LAST SEASON!
I felt excited and sad.
Fashion Marketing. Oh, yesterday, I found out the fashion classes I've been taking doesn't apply to my major and theres really no reason for me to take them (other than "for fun", this is bullshit!). The professor went for a clear hour talking to us about what "haute couture" was. This was nice, but it had nothing to do with anything in our final (so already I was against listening to it, as I don't want to get confused over things I SHOULD know). After class everyone that wasn't there on Thursday (this included me) had to stay back and hear more of a lecture about grades, what's expected of us, and what our mid-term grades meant. The professor told us that this class was "the weirdest class" she EVER taught. Based on the grades, there was one really high score (a perfect 200 points!), a couple 'in the middle' scores' (probably around 150 points), and the rest really low, (100 points and less). Guess where I am!? The lowest. Balls.
But it's a good thing she's curving the grade, making the person scoring 200 pts have no real matter in our grades. She thought it must've been a weird job on her part, to make us not understand the course material that much. I just didn't study. Though, she seemed like she had a really nice sense of humor about everything.
After that class I walked on over to the film school offices to drop off my declaration of major form. If I fast track this, I will be able to get a better chance at that internship. I walk all the way there and the receptionist has already left for the day. If I hadn't of stayed after Fashion Marketing, I would've caught her. Life sucks.
I walk back to Campus Center and walk slowly to the college newspaper office. I've been meaning to apply to become a writer on their staff, mainly in the Opinions column. They were really friendly. I may even be older than most of the staff on there. I was told the opinions editor would email me soon to get me started on being more familiar with things. This made me happy. I write a lot, on this journal, my tumblr, my moleskine.. so I kinda figured it was time to get down to business and actually get paid to write my thoughts on things. Maybe I'll be able to afford decent food this month.
After speaking to one of the staff, I got up and walked to the actual campus center to kill time. The night shuttle starts in an hour and I'd have a ride to the japanese grocery store. I need comfort food. Sushi is the only thing that holds that down. So, here I am. I just wrote everything that happened to me today, up till right now.
I'm sitting at campus center, my computer on my lap, my comp battery plugged in to the wall, writing this (very long) entry on how much today sucked the emotion out of me. I'm listening to 'It's Blitz!' by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs and am pretty much being a recluse.