Friday, September 9, 2011

The Name Card

Yesterday, at noon, I sat down in front of a tall, lean studio photographer, held up a sign with my name printed on it, and had my photo taken.
It was a similar experience to the old mugshots I took every year in school, except it was more professional, and in school I never held a sign up with my name on it.


Since Tuesday I've been busing to Baseline Station, crossing the new plaza, entering the doors of the new trades building, walking up to the second floor, crossing over Woodroffe via the pedestrian bridge, traversing the B building, into the C building, and into my photography classes.


For one thing, it is such a faster route than ever before. When I began Prof. Writing, I started the year they tore down the old station, and began constructing the trades building. Most of my classes had either been in the A building, or the P building. When the site of the old station was blocked off for tearing it down and preparing it as a construction site, I had to walk all the way around it, cross Woodroffe on the other side of the intersection, eventually get to the A building, and make a long journey all the way to the P building if class was there. In Winter, early in the morning, that wasn't that fun.


The pedestrian bridge is also helpful in avoiding the strikers that use the intersection of College and Woodroffe as a picket line.


I entered the room on Tuesday morning and found it almost completely full of people. Only one or two seats were left. They all looked my age. One thing I was thinking was that I'd enter a room full of eighteen-year-olds, some still even seventeen. After all, I'm restarting college the year the few grade tens I knew graduated. But instead, to my surprise and mild delight, quite a bit were my age, a year younger, or even older. Only a couple are fresh out of high school.


I spent that day unusually making a lot of acquaintances. People weren't that difficult to talk to. I spent lunch sitting at a table with a majority of them. I spent the large amount of time created when communications ended early with them in the courtyard. I know a lot of them by sight now.


Other than a certain person who makes my day, my classes,  despite the only things we've done being introductions and course outlines, etc., are looking pretty fun. I've got my Mac, which was expensive, and my 7D camera - not that far from the 5D I've always wanted - was also just over two-thousand, but I paid for both myself. Hard work at Wal-Mart all summer worked out for me there. Yesterday I had photographic theory, though the quiz we did and the PowerPoint the prof. did was essentially what I learned in high school. Not hard at all.


I received (free as the college paid for it) Adobe CS5 Masterclass - the most recent Adobe Creative Suite, and the edition that has absolutely every single Adobe software in Post-production, which is looking fun, and the tour of the studios was cool too.


"That viewing booth is for viewing your prints," the prof. said at one point while in the printing room.
"Because of the light temperature," I ventured.
"Yes, because of the light temperature," he confirmed.


The only thing I'm not looking forward to at all is Communications. I have the exact same teacher, which I think is nuts, from when I was in Prof. Writing. Fortunately, we aren't using that book this time around. The course is now hybrid (half taught online) as well as most of the rest of my courses, and seems more or less not nearly as tedious or complicated. I'm putting all my attention into it this time to ensure I have no trouble. For one thing I'm keeping my eye on the Blackboard site the college uses very regularly now, as well as the e-mail service, which I hardly looked at at all during Prof. Writing.


There are several times more people than before. Each schedule and class in the program is divided into class groups. When I was in Prof. Writing, there were about two groups. Around twenty people, or less, would on average be in my classes.
The photography program has about seven different groups, of which total up to about eighty students.


You can see why everyone's photograph was taken yesterday. It's for the several professors to be able to learn our names easily.


I'm really enjoying it so far. I have Fridays off, though, so I have nothing to do unless I work. I still work like usual, except for Tuesdays. I can't work on that day due to my classes going until five in the afternoon. Any other day is fine though.


It's just been a week. The experience is great. I can't wait for next week. My sleeping pattern is back to normal so I am actually waking up in the morning and not at lunch time. Yesterday I was up at 6a.m. The people are fun and nice and have something in common with me, although many are interested in wedding photography. I think I'm the only one (in my group at least) who is primarily interested in documentary photography, posterity, that sort of thing. I'm still getting used to working on a Mac platform, though everything will come. I think I'm going to have a really good semester.


Oh, and the Canon 7D is an amazing camera. It can shoot HD videos as well, which means I can play with the effects of my lenses, focusing, short depth of field, etc. etc.

I'll finish this off with a time-lapse I found myself unwittingly a part of. This is the photography exhibition back in April, which I attended out of interest. You can see me in the orange shirt and blue jeans, particularly moving from chair to chair situated at the close end of the displays.



Justin C.

1 comment:

Mr Lonely said...

walking here with a smile. take care.. have a nice day ~ =D

Regards,
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