I have never ever been so angry and any authority-figure instructor type person in my life before now.

I had high hopes for Photo Class. I want exceptional pieces worth showcasing, and to be able to learn about my camera, and its functions so I can use them properly.

So, I'm pretty sure after the 5th time equivalent exposure is pounded into our brains we kind of got it. And if we don't, then it's our problem and if it's really something we feel we should KNOW we should try n figure it out on our own time because him flapping his lips about it just angers us more.

So he gives us out first real project; something David Hockney-ess. Only there is a fine fine fine line between panorama and cubism. TOO BAD actually getting to that point is physically IMPOSSIBLE.

So, after me getting tired of him yapping I begin to work on something... See, my concept consists of a soccer field, and a buddy all over this soccer field. In my eyes, the soccer field is.. was? My second home. It's vast, its a war zone. It's such an important part of my life growing up and I want to showcase it in a way which I will be proud of my work. As I begin to work I realize that the format he's assigned us is TOO small for what I want to do, if I want to please him. So I ask him if I can shrink my individual photo size and work on a squatter but longer format. We argued about this for about 15 minutes when he finally let me have my way. But then he decided to go all philosophical on me and ANGER me beyond belief. Told me I need to have fun with this project.. I'm like, "Seriously, this will be fun. This is what I want to do." UGHIKLDSHDS. The way I want to do it will result in a beautiful piece I'll want to keep and showcase.. if I do it his way it'll just be a awkwardly huge retardedly wasted piece of matboard with an unrealistic soccer field on it. Excellent.