Remember when...
- Eating at the Coug Eat was very repetitive and bland (and fatty) but you did it anyway because it was fast and easy and you could use your Sig card?
- You kept all your classes at or near the HFAC so you could pop into the MADLab in-between class and check your email?
- Getting into the Cave was like winning the lottery or joining an exclusive club, you were "cool" when you were given the keycode?
- Walking through bottom floors of the HFAC were like being led down to the dungeon by the Phantom of the Opera, except there wasn't any organ (there usually was singing though)?
- How annoying it was to have to take a stupid GE that you didn't even want to take all the way at the opposite end of campus and usually on the day that you had all of your classes in the HFAC?
- We all had to take 102 and 112 and get an A to get into the program, and then we had to write up an atrocious application (which included writing a book on how cool you are because you know the deeper meanings of Carl Dreyer's Ordet), then we had to go in front of the entire faculty to prove our worthiness to be accepted into the program which usually involved a self-introspecting question that made you guess and second-guess your answers until you wanted to pull your hair out?
- Sitting in an un-airconditioned small room with 12 or so other students (usually in constant flux) while discussing the same scripts and the same film projects over and over again for a full year. Then finally getting to break free and film the projects only to realize that you wish you had more time to prepare the production, or at least more time to film?
- Taking Stats 101 to graduate and barely passing because, let's be honest, those types of classes totally blow and it was impossible for a creative brain type like us to think in such a logical fashion as to understand the relevency of an x-bar?
- Staying up until the awful hours of the night to catch up on Lost episodes or to have an impromptu Tarantino and Rodriguez marathon, only to wake up an hour after your 11am class the next day and decide that you really didn't care about studying Brecht today only to find out that they watched the most amazing film ever in class?
- Even though it was tiring, hard, excrutiating, tough, difficult, demeaning, exhaustive, menial, confusing, wearying, and heart-breaking...it was also very exciting, wonderful, rewarding, beautiful, worth-it, fun, and fulfilling?
3 comments:
I don't remember doing any of that, but I do remember you doing that. At least we made it through and have all the memories to remember it by.
God, I miss that. Seriously. So much fun.
Sniff...I had .5 seconds of missing film school. Thanks Eric.
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