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Meh.
Ferris and I had it out with each other, again. Indirectly this time, and more maturely than last time, but we did.
We have to do a Still life assignment (think bowl of fruit), and I had the brilliant idea to use fishnet, black boots, spiked collar and wristbands and chains and................................................ my Nazi hat. Alongside Mein Kampf because it was the blackest (physically) book I owned, and Mom's black bible.
All this, with fuzzy white stuffed animals in the middle of it all.
This was all supposed to symbolize, "How well do you ever really know a person?" And when it's explained to people like that, they figure out the "why".
Well, there's a lot of black in that set up so I needed his help in exposing to get detail and not greyify the black. He walked in, took one look at what I had, and walked right back out. Five minutes later, Nancy, the teacher I spoke with last semester about this type of thing, came in and....
"Did he send you in here to talk to me? :P"
"What on Earth gave you that idea?"
"Just a hunch..."
Bottom line, after he ended his lecture with how one shouldn't assume things with people, he pretty much "assumed" that I was never going to do anything "controversial" (my wording, not his) for class ever again. Well, that was his mistake. I assumed he was smarter than that. My mistake. Once Nancy and I cleared things up with each other, she being the mediator, it was effectively agreed that I will remake the assignment, but he has to give me an extension due to the fact that he doesn't put boundaries in writing. He assumes everyone will comply. Hm, there's that word again... Yanno, he should probably make it clear that he's not a fully objective man; he's a client with expectations.
And to those that want to say, "Oh, well, he's only human, blahblahblah," :
He's a teacher. Teachers leave humanity at home.
Case and point: My Drawing/Design teacher asked us to make a still life at home and take pictures of it so that we could recreate it with pencil, paper, and wetf else we wanted. Naturally, I did similar set of displays. One set with the boots and chains, one set with the black and the white hats, and one with both. She flipped through them and just had this to say about the Nazi hats: "Hnh. This one kinda looks like it belongs on top of a wedding cake. ^_^" She wasn't phazed at all. That's what a teacher is supposed to do.
We have to do a Still life assignment (think bowl of fruit), and I had the brilliant idea to use fishnet, black boots, spiked collar and wristbands and chains and................................................ my Nazi hat. Alongside Mein Kampf because it was the blackest (physically) book I owned, and Mom's black bible.
All this, with fuzzy white stuffed animals in the middle of it all.
This was all supposed to symbolize, "How well do you ever really know a person?" And when it's explained to people like that, they figure out the "why".
Well, there's a lot of black in that set up so I needed his help in exposing to get detail and not greyify the black. He walked in, took one look at what I had, and walked right back out. Five minutes later, Nancy, the teacher I spoke with last semester about this type of thing, came in and....
"Did he send you in here to talk to me? :P"
"What on Earth gave you that idea?"
"Just a hunch..."
Bottom line, after he ended his lecture with how one shouldn't assume things with people, he pretty much "assumed" that I was never going to do anything "controversial" (my wording, not his) for class ever again. Well, that was his mistake. I assumed he was smarter than that. My mistake. Once Nancy and I cleared things up with each other, she being the mediator, it was effectively agreed that I will remake the assignment, but he has to give me an extension due to the fact that he doesn't put boundaries in writing. He assumes everyone will comply. Hm, there's that word again... Yanno, he should probably make it clear that he's not a fully objective man; he's a client with expectations.
And to those that want to say, "Oh, well, he's only human, blahblahblah," :
He's a teacher. Teachers leave humanity at home.
Case and point: My Drawing/Design teacher asked us to make a still life at home and take pictures of it so that we could recreate it with pencil, paper, and wetf else we wanted. Naturally, I did similar set of displays. One set with the boots and chains, one set with the black and the white hats, and one with both. She flipped through them and just had this to say about the Nazi hats: "Hnh. This one kinda looks like it belongs on top of a wedding cake. ^_^" She wasn't phazed at all. That's what a teacher is supposed to do.