Expect the Worst, Get Something Okay
Screenwriting ended up okay. Here's the play-by-play:
-When I entered the class Professor Jack (Guess what his new nickname is short for!) didn't say hello as he normally does to everyone. I became supersensitive, convinced he was mad about my rather sarcastic/angry reply to his e-mail. I noticed he didn't make eye contact with me.
-Several people go through their scripts. I became convinced that he wouldn't read mine so I wouldn't get any criticism except his extremely negative comments.
-Suddenly, in a chaotic lack of system, he chooses me to read my script. I then became convinced that it was a test. He wanted to prove that his perspective had validity. Would the class agree with him or me? I spend the entire reading in pain, mentally kicking myself for every bad choice in vocabulary. I try to convince myself it's not a test.
-At the end of the reading everyone either gives positive reviews or helpful positive critiques (there was no use of the word 'tiresome') So, at least if it was a test, I win! I win! I win!
-After class, I was feeling more logical, calmer and since I had the higher ground I was willing to stay after and apologize for my e-mail. Professor Jack said he understood, more or less admitting that his comments provoked my sarcastic wrath. We then decided we would try to find a balance between our sharply opposing views. I feel better, but I can't help but think that he's only being nice because he realized how mad he made me. We shall see what his future comments look like.
*shrugs* I'll take it for now. Wow, is this semester turning into an academic soap opera or what?
I only have one class tomorrow (yeah). Chiclit class for Wednesday was cancelled (yeah)...because of a medical emergency in the prof's family (boo)...and now the presentation schedule is screwed up (possible yeah/possible boo).
On to Britt and my great (accidental) economic experiment. *Not for little kiddies*
While studying at B&N, Britt's mom calls. She goes to talk to her mom by the magazines since I am (in theory) studying. Spotting a misplaced porno magazine, Britt jokes about buying it for her little brother. She decides not to and puts it back where she found it.
Flash forward to about 30 minutes later. A woman in her 40's discovers the magazine. Unwilling to ignore it, she brings it over to the closest table with female occupants (Britt and me) and begins commenting on an abnormality with one of the models. Realizing my discomfort with the topic, she eventually leaves, placing the magazine back where she found it.
Flash forward again, I go insane with work and run off to wander around the store. When I come back Britt is laughing hysterically at something. Unwilling to say what's so funny aloud, she writes me a note stating that a guy who was sitting at a nearby table had picked up a number of magazines to look at including the infamous magazine that has already traded hands a number of times. Eventually the guy leaves, putting his magazines back on the shelves. Britt attempts to figure out where he put the *cough* special *cough* magazine. She couldn't find it.
Notice how the object changed hands a number of times without being purchased. I'm sure some sort of economic principle is demonstrated here.
-When I entered the class Professor Jack (Guess what his new nickname is short for!) didn't say hello as he normally does to everyone. I became supersensitive, convinced he was mad about my rather sarcastic/angry reply to his e-mail. I noticed he didn't make eye contact with me.
-Several people go through their scripts. I became convinced that he wouldn't read mine so I wouldn't get any criticism except his extremely negative comments.
-Suddenly, in a chaotic lack of system, he chooses me to read my script. I then became convinced that it was a test. He wanted to prove that his perspective had validity. Would the class agree with him or me? I spend the entire reading in pain, mentally kicking myself for every bad choice in vocabulary. I try to convince myself it's not a test.
-At the end of the reading everyone either gives positive reviews or helpful positive critiques (there was no use of the word 'tiresome') So, at least if it was a test, I win! I win! I win!
-After class, I was feeling more logical, calmer and since I had the higher ground I was willing to stay after and apologize for my e-mail. Professor Jack said he understood, more or less admitting that his comments provoked my sarcastic wrath. We then decided we would try to find a balance between our sharply opposing views. I feel better, but I can't help but think that he's only being nice because he realized how mad he made me. We shall see what his future comments look like.
*shrugs* I'll take it for now. Wow, is this semester turning into an academic soap opera or what?
I only have one class tomorrow (yeah). Chiclit class for Wednesday was cancelled (yeah)...because of a medical emergency in the prof's family (boo)...and now the presentation schedule is screwed up (possible yeah/possible boo).
On to Britt and my great (accidental) economic experiment. *Not for little kiddies*
While studying at B&N, Britt's mom calls. She goes to talk to her mom by the magazines since I am (in theory) studying. Spotting a misplaced porno magazine, Britt jokes about buying it for her little brother. She decides not to and puts it back where she found it.
Flash forward to about 30 minutes later. A woman in her 40's discovers the magazine. Unwilling to ignore it, she brings it over to the closest table with female occupants (Britt and me) and begins commenting on an abnormality with one of the models. Realizing my discomfort with the topic, she eventually leaves, placing the magazine back where she found it.
Flash forward again, I go insane with work and run off to wander around the store. When I come back Britt is laughing hysterically at something. Unwilling to say what's so funny aloud, she writes me a note stating that a guy who was sitting at a nearby table had picked up a number of magazines to look at including the infamous magazine that has already traded hands a number of times. Eventually the guy leaves, putting his magazines back on the shelves. Britt attempts to figure out where he put the *cough* special *cough* magazine. She couldn't find it.
Notice how the object changed hands a number of times without being purchased. I'm sure some sort of economic principle is demonstrated here.
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