"The world bursts at the seams with people ready to tell you you're not good enough. On occasion some may be correct. But do not so their work for them. Seek any job; ask anyone out; pursue any goal. Don't take it personally when they say "no" - they may not be smart enough to say "yes"."
- Keith Olbermann
I presented my "THIS FACE WILL SAVE THE WORLD" in class today. Classmates liked it, or so the ones who spoke up did. But not my professor. He had something else in mind. I produced different results . He's not listening to my intent, nor seeing it. Or I didn't give a clear, sound mssg to him. Overall, one big fiasco; well on my part, it's an even bigger fiasco because he, the professor, is grading my work, the work which he is clearly confused about.
What I got from him:
he hates:
-my use of the powerpoint program - idk why he's hating, he doesnt need to be mad, i could use a movie maker program in a cinch, but never windows movie maker.
-my idea? - im confused if he hates my idea bahaha
-my selected images - i guess they're not good enough?
-my photo-shop images? - eh, i tried my best at this prgm
-my staged photographs - that's the point
-my choice of words - welp, i realize that umm im not skilled in speaking clearly about my ideas, so for that, i aint gonna apologize for my flaws. just deal with it. bahaha
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my turn:
i hate:
-his put downs, he never really give any good advice or suggestions, so he's not really any use for me, so why the fuck should i be paying any attention to him
-at least i didnt get burned badly at the altar; he should pay more attention to his life than to my project, then maybe, just maybe, he'll get hitched one day. god bless whoever it may be.
-he didnt really teach me shit, except bring up info about 'gaming studies' and even then, most of them are fucken useless.
-him putting me on the spot: HE DO NOT LISTEN TO ME. so stupid. he asked. i answered (but i guess not in the way he wants it). he told me he's confused. my classmate reiterated my response and defended my position. then he told her he got it but just didnt hear that from me. MAJOR WTF.
-he thinks i did my work overnight. im not saying my project is perfect, but dang, he jumps right into conclusion.
perhaps his idea of jane mcgonigal's ideas differ from mines, but that does not give him any rights to put my idea down.
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im mad at myself more because im letting his words walked all over me. i cant stop it; i cant help it. it's a sick cycle. i would love to forget about it, but it's easier said than done. plus, what i hate most is that he's grading my work, and obviously, he doesnt like it. i think its my turn to tell him that im confused of his confusion about my work. too much, too much.
