the road to shitville is hard.
jim shroeder has made his way on my hit list. fucking color and design instructor. at first i admit he probably thought i was a fuck off being an hour late to class and having blue hair, piercings and tattoos. but honestly i do my work and i do it so goddamn well. (with the exception of having my heading in the lower right hand corner with and exact inch border around it, all letters in caps and 1/8 of an inch.) an honest mistake the first time. ever since, every assignment has been perfect. now, today in class we did a critique on our latest assignment. when i arrived, (ive been on time lately) i thought my project was the best up there. i tend to be quite confident in my artwork. now i followed the directions to a t all the way to the fucking heading in the corner. i saw how he gave nice constructive criticism to my peers and it was all resonable. the second i get up in front of the class, his attitude changes. he was noticeably alot meaner, and not just in my eyes. he proceeded to figuratively rip my shit apart. fucking asshole. then i realized. its not that im taking his criticism to heart really, he makes good points. he does, however, take things to far and begins insulting my creativity. instructing an what to do is one thing but instructing the way it is done and criticising the mind it came from rather than the work in question is simply bad teaching. what a fucking dick.