I’m editing more video today (hoorah for no sleep!..) and hopefully with a bit more tweaking, I can pull it off like I envisioned it in my head. But; yet, when I was uploading the footage my eyes glanced over to the Mac clock way up there in the right-hand corner and realized that already, its week nine. “Holy crap! Week Nine?” I thought as I force quitted Firefox (I had had enough of Facebook). Where the hell has the time gone? It seemed like just yesterday I was laughing with James at my peers attempting to lead their group partners blindfolded around a hallway. Now; already its the week nine crunch and I’m starting to feel the heat.
Every year this sort of thing happens. Don’t get me wrong, I work amazingly well in groups, but if its one thing I’ve learned THIS year especially, its that productions are best left up to the people with amazing confidence, or with people who are actually in your class, and understand the crunch you are oh-so-often in. I’m going to go ahead and put this out there; I didn’t do as well as I could have this quarter. Yes, I did work. I did planning. I wrote scripts (for class and not), attempted to inspire my so-called renegade crew that would make Cecil B. jealous, but I didn’t do as much as I could have.
And I’m disgusted with it.
Not the project mind you–in fact, I had an amazing time fooling around with ideas. the best ideas come when you don’t expect them. When you’re at a restaurant with friends and you’re giggling about some episode of The Simpsons, and suddenly you crack a joke that makes the pal next to you spit out their burger and go “Man, that would be a hilarious skit.” I think what my problem was, was that I was envisioning such a large scale project and getting ahead of myself, without focusing on the basics first. Yes I took, so I know more than the average joe, but the skills only pertained to what project was currently on my mind. I really didn’t get to think about how it could help me, because I was thinking how it could help whatever group I was in.
Before I can be expected to write scripts, I need to learn the fundamentals. I need to research what makes something funny. Before I go out and beg my friends to act in my so-called films, I need to learn how to direct. Yes, I took care of my actors (How much bling bling did I put into this project? There’s only so much time I can dedicate to Pizza Time..), I made sure they knew they were appreciated. After shooting, we all thought it was funny, we all had a great time, but I failed to remember the one crucial rule of ANYTHING comedy. Whats funny to some, is usually never funny to others. In other words–inside jokes are a no-no. I got ahead of myself–skill wise and project wise. I felt like a heel making these small skits when all my peers around me were making works of art…literally. In a sense, it was an eye opener for me to realize that perhaps I’m not mature enough to handle film. I love it so, and in a sense would die for it (like…internally…no sleep…all-nighters and the like), but I have so far to go, so much to learn.
Next year is my final year at Evergreen. Well, considering this year could have been my final but I’m hesitant to job hunt in this current market so I decided to stay, but I really need to take the time to work on my own skills. When I saw my name on the list of students accepted into Ready Camera One!, I could hardly believe it. In fact, I had one hell of a backup plan, since I assumed I wouldn’t get in. I was going to take Art Of Conversation for Fall quarter, use the know-how from that to work on dialogue for scripts, and in Winter Quarter, write another feature length script as an independent contract. Then in Spring I was going to take Chico’s music class (storytelling AND music from the 1960s’ and back? Can you SAY awesome?). It was going to be the one year where I wasn’t taking media intensive classes. To see and to judge whether or not film or perhaps writing was my thing. I didn’t want to be one of those failed directors who ended up becoming a manager of a McDonalds somewhere. I wanted to have a grasp on what I knew I could handle doing for the rest of my life.
When I saw I got in; 1) I was thankful to Sally for giving me another chance (I’m not exactly a star pupil with the blogs and such), and 2) that WOW, I needed to straighten up and fly right. I needed to realize that these loans are going to have to be paid back. I better make the most of it and REALLY, REALLY, REAAAAAALY get it into my head that life isn’t fun and games anymore. That I’ve been through too much in my academic career to just poo-poo it off. I need experience.
Not even film related, but maturity wise. I always thought of myself as the mature one in my friends group. Common sense is usually my forte. But, I’m about as immature as a elementary school kid who wants to go out and play instead of doing long division. I had fun with my project, but its like one of those things that I know I’m going to keep coming back to. I know if I redid it, it could be better (and compared to MediaWorks, was). I’m growing, but about as fast as a Maple. I may start out slow, deal with all sorts of unexpected weather that may threaten to tear me apart, but eventually, something strong steams from something so small. In a couple of days, I’m going to show three episodes of skits that when looking them over now (I’m my own harshest critic), wonder if they really show all of what I can do. I know I have potential…its just I wonder in all honesty, if I realize it yet. I’m holding myself back, and what for, I have no idea. Immaturity? Laziness? Lack of discipline? For my ego’s sake, I’ll say its not due to those traits, but just due to my own dense self.
If anyone is still reading this, just know that I seriously look up to a lot of you. I mean, we have so many skilled people in our class, and not only am I intimidated, its nice to know I took a class with people I know are going to make it somewhere someday. Its inspiring. I can’t say what next year holds for me, or even later this week with the cuts. Its just nice to know that I can come up with such poetic sentiments–well, poetic sentiments when its week nine. I work well under pressure it seems.
And now for something completely different:
Working on the program, I’m pretty much going to have to pull it off this weekend. I’d like to take a few minutes of the class time to ask what people would like to see. I think a lot of things look good, but I really, really want this program to look good. Not only is it a reflection of my skills as a graphic designer, but because its something that so many are going to see. I’m anal when it comes to stuff like this. I don’t know why, but damn you Adobe, you have created a monster!
P.S. All of this was three pages in word. Dizzam!