OMG HE KILLED A FUCKING LION. WITH HIS BARE HANDS.
First of all: movies, like all mainstream media, have serious issues with racism, sexism, heteronormativity, etc.
Apparently my Foundations of Filmmaking teacher doesn't think so. Somehow it came up in class, there was a bit of discussion, I disagreed with him, and it got heated. Well, he did. He turned red in the face--I've never seen that before. I was intensely frustrated as well, so after about ten minutes (maybe?) of back and forth, I started getting ready to leave (class was way past time to be over anyway, despite all the students still being there--fuck but this teacher has no sense of time, it's always like 9:30 at least by the time he's done) and it ended on kind of a bad note. As in, he kept telling me I was wrong and skewing my arguments, and I kept rising to the bait and trying to explain myself further and likely showing a lot of contempt on my face D: because that happens when I get all riled about something.
I ought to have let it go a lot earlier than I did.
Anyway, I don't know if I'm going back to that class next week. On the one hand, I'm not learning anything new there and the teacher annoys me. But on the other hand...mom paid for it; it's helping me learn to get over anxiety about showing up at places; it's realistic to expect that in a university class one will have teachers one doesn't like; and dude, I really need to learn to be more diplomatic.
But omg it's such a useless class! It makes me want to kill a lion WITH MY BARE HANDS. And then sing "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" really loudly and cheerfully from inside the zoo enclosure.
Sayings are better with lions, by the way:
"Don't put all your lions in one basket."
"Don't change horses mid-lion."
"You can lead a lion to water, but you can't make it drink."
"Speak of the devil and he appears. With a lion."
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P.S.
"Ever killed anyone Benjamin?"
"Not personally. I have people."
"You're missing out. It's like sex, only there's a winner."
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Also I would just like to mention officially that I am participating in National Novel Writing Month.
Apparently my Foundations of Filmmaking teacher doesn't think so. Somehow it came up in class, there was a bit of discussion, I disagreed with him, and it got heated. Well, he did. He turned red in the face--I've never seen that before. I was intensely frustrated as well, so after about ten minutes (maybe?) of back and forth, I started getting ready to leave (class was way past time to be over anyway, despite all the students still being there--fuck but this teacher has no sense of time, it's always like 9:30 at least by the time he's done) and it ended on kind of a bad note. As in, he kept telling me I was wrong and skewing my arguments, and I kept rising to the bait and trying to explain myself further and likely showing a lot of contempt on my face D: because that happens when I get all riled about something.
I ought to have let it go a lot earlier than I did.
Anyway, I don't know if I'm going back to that class next week. On the one hand, I'm not learning anything new there and the teacher annoys me. But on the other hand...mom paid for it; it's helping me learn to get over anxiety about showing up at places; it's realistic to expect that in a university class one will have teachers one doesn't like; and dude, I really need to learn to be more diplomatic.
But omg it's such a useless class! It makes me want to kill a lion WITH MY BARE HANDS. And then sing "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" really loudly and cheerfully from inside the zoo enclosure.
Sayings are better with lions, by the way:
"Don't put all your lions in one basket."
"Don't change horses mid-lion."
"You can lead a lion to water, but you can't make it drink."
"Speak of the devil and he appears. With a lion."
*
P.S.
"Ever killed anyone Benjamin?"
"Not personally. I have people."
"You're missing out. It's like sex, only there's a winner."
!!!
*
Also I would just like to mention officially that I am participating in National Novel Writing Month.