There are two things I wish to talk about: fealty and falling short. Being in journalism/part of the photography section has helped me learn more about myself, and it’s the strangest thing. I never really assumed that a class could change me–and, no, I’m not talking some crazy new enlightenment or anything–simply, the things I do in the class are allowing me to discover new things about myself; I’m glad I met Nataly.
On my birthday, I spent my lunch period snapping photos of sushi… Fun, right? Actually, it was, which surprised me. I’m not going to bother lying and say that I wasn’t upset once I realized the date of HungryMav; It’s not like it would take super long, but I wanted to spend that lunch period with friends–reasonably. But, I also realized that it’s part of my job as a photographer and I signed up to do work. So, ultimately, there was no reason for me to sit and complain when I could just do the work that I promised others.
Responsibility is crazy thing, isn’t it?
The crazy thing was, I wasn’t bothered in the slightest way when I found myself behind the lens. Photography is something that I’m truly interested in and I couldn’t be more thankful for that; if I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t have enjoyed spending time with dead fish…
With that, I did manage to hit a bump in the road: scheduling! It can be so difficult! Not in the sense that I never had time to do anything, because, let’s be honest, I’m lucky if I ever do anything with my life outside of this class, but the fact that I have to work with people who have schedules of their own. For this cycle, I needed to reach out to specific people in order to meet with them for a few photos needed for the paper. Which, is a usually easy process since people are typically very flexible and willing to cooperate–not that the people I was in contact with wasn’t thrilled to be in front of the lens or anything like that, simply, they had other things to do. I totally get that! Trust me, I do; they had other commitments as do I, and any other human being on the planet for that matter.
Essentially, this led to e-mailing back & forth while trying–for the life of me–to not be pesky and deciding to meet when it would never actually happen. My teacher (hi Hardcastle) always reminds our class that we can’t survive on an attitude of well, I tried, so it’s not my fault. Actually, it kind of is if you only “tried” once! If you want to get something done, you have to do it yourself and for this cycle, I did it myself.