Aug 02, 2012 09:53
Yesterday I went to help my friend Davis set up her room in her university's final exhibition. She's been studying visual communication at the Open University's evening class. I was there for maybe three hours and managed getting more worked up than I have in a while.
The head of the department is a Bezalel graduate, either of visual communication or of art, and it seems that, due to that fact, he thinks all the art that exists in this world came out of his ass. Seriously. I've been given bad ciritiuqe before, but I have never heard a professor badmouth someone else's projects for no good reason whatsoever, just because he could and just because he thinks he is WAY better than anyone he ever taught ever.
I mean seriously, dude. So you graduated from Bezalel like, forever ago. Good for you. So have about 2000 more people, that year, not to mention all the years that came after that. That doesn't make you special. And the fact that you're a head of a department? So fucking what? Let's start with the fact that if you were actually GOOD at what you do, you wouldn't be teaching in a university, now would you? And let's continue with the fact that it's the OPEN FUCKING UNIVERSITY, not fucking Harvard. Seriously, get a grip. I only met the man for about half an hour, and I was entirely willing to stab him with Davis' X-Acto knife.