Thursday, March 29, 2007

.curiouser and curiouser.

I'm going back to the darkroom after an intense and weird morning. We were doing photography critiques for black and white, and my friend Jehnai was presenting. she's had a hard time with the prof all year, and has been desperately trying to improve. The prof harshly criticized her beautiful image and her art, and the critique dragged on with jehnai crying. After 10 minutes I stood up and paced the back of the room, I was too furious.
My critique was next. I was shaking- and I proceeded to lay into my prof. After saying that I had the floor, I called the previous critique a debacle, called her grading and evaluation arbitrary to the point of being disturbing, said that this method devalued all of our work, and that the disparity in her comments was disgusting. My prof stood up to defend herself, but then apologized.
I feel pretty bad, though, because it won't save Jehnai's grade, and it prolonged her suffering and tears. We had to break after because all hope of continuing normally were dashed.

1 comment:

.letting go said...

well that's intense.

I'm sorry it was so insane shannon. Tell me this wasn't the prof you like?
At least Jehnai's got an ally. That must be worth something to her.

I hope this doesn't reflect onto your grade. I hope you feel better.

love- meagh.