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labrujahLast night I went to the other section of graphic design class for three more hours for the second day in a row right after work. I think SVA teachers must have a rule where they have to act like assholes for the first twenty minutes to prove how edgy and different they are from a regular teacher. Because they are professional artists.
This teacher came in and sat cross legged, barefoot on the desk eating potato chips, and then went "So why are you here? What do you want from me?" and the poor students were like "Uh we hate our jobs and want new jobs but don't know anything about design" and she was like "Well I can't teach you anything I can only cheerlead." And we were like "What?"
But after the requisite twenty minutes she calmed down and started making us do art and gave us a homework assignment which was roughly equivalent to the entire sole assignment for the whole 12 weeks the other guy gave in the class last night. So I'm going to stick with her even though she's psycho and looks like she does 4 hours of yoga a day and promised to explain how religion and painting and graphic design are all related.
Then I got Indian food with charming young men and went home. On the way home I passed by Ikhar and some dude who were talking on the street who gave me and Dave the evil eye. Ten minutes later we were talking quietly in my bedroom with one window open when we heard some crashing and banging against the fence right outside. Ikhar stands under the window and says very clearly and distinctly "1-2-3, come out, asshole and talk to me. And never return."
I thought about calling the cops but as it was already 12:30 and I was bone tired, I just left with Dave after a brief debate with Mike, who kept saying that we have zero tolerance but he's adjusting to medication etc. etc. I think maybe my next move is to try for that order of protection (which means he will be immediately arrested whenever I have to call the cops; however I'm not sure they will give one since he now has a history of mental disorder and is "in treatment") and get some pepper spray just in case.
This teacher came in and sat cross legged, barefoot on the desk eating potato chips, and then went "So why are you here? What do you want from me?" and the poor students were like "Uh we hate our jobs and want new jobs but don't know anything about design" and she was like "Well I can't teach you anything I can only cheerlead." And we were like "What?"
But after the requisite twenty minutes she calmed down and started making us do art and gave us a homework assignment which was roughly equivalent to the entire sole assignment for the whole 12 weeks the other guy gave in the class last night. So I'm going to stick with her even though she's psycho and looks like she does 4 hours of yoga a day and promised to explain how religion and painting and graphic design are all related.
Then I got Indian food with charming young men and went home. On the way home I passed by Ikhar and some dude who were talking on the street who gave me and Dave the evil eye. Ten minutes later we were talking quietly in my bedroom with one window open when we heard some crashing and banging against the fence right outside. Ikhar stands under the window and says very clearly and distinctly "1-2-3, come out, asshole and talk to me. And never return."
I thought about calling the cops but as it was already 12:30 and I was bone tired, I just left with Dave after a brief debate with Mike, who kept saying that we have zero tolerance but he's adjusting to medication etc. etc. I think maybe my next move is to try for that order of protection (which means he will be immediately arrested whenever I have to call the cops; however I'm not sure they will give one since he now has a history of mental disorder and is "in treatment") and get some pepper spray just in case.
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Date: 2004-09-23 09:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 08:58 am (UTC)good luck with the class! and i hope the other scary situation works itself out soon.
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Date: 2004-09-23 10:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-01 12:10 am (UTC)The cartoonists were all really nice, fun guys.