At the moment, I am regretting enrolling in my new uni class.
And I can’t clap my hands together, demand my money back, and un-enrol. It doesn’t work like that. No, I have to see this through to the end and hope that I can feel some passion for the class, or I forfeit a whole lot of cash that I had to pay up front.
I am currently studying an introduction to animation design. I enrolled earlier this year when I was hyped on the idea of being able to make my own anime of my books. I was stupid. Now that I’m in, I find that the structure of the classes and the instructions are annoying as hell and I no longer want to learn how to animate. Nope, I’ll stick with writing.
It’s weird, I went through Open Universities for my editing class last year and loved it (if the units for the rest of the degree had been interesting, then I would be studying for my Bachelor of Arts majoring in professional writing, editing, and publishing), the faculty were amazing, everything was clear and flowed from one thing to the next.
Same university this year, different faculty. It’s like the jump from literature to graphic design is a leap of faith across a chasm so deep, you can’t see the bottom but you can hear the creatures lurking below, waiting for the chance to snatch another student from the air.
I don’t understand; shouldn’t there be policies about how the discussion boards should be set up, how the lessons should be planned and presented, how it should be clear what the student is meant to do and to do it by a certain deadline? Or am I spoilt and expect everything to be handed to me?
I’m just not feeling it even for the subject. I love animation but I can’t bring myself to have even lukewarm feelings for practical activities. I don’t want to make a ball bounce in a loop. I don’t want to remember all of these short-cuts on my keyboard for brushes or tweening. I most certainly don’t want to have to pay monthly for the Adobe program (why can’t I just buy it outright and then use it only when I want to?) which I probably will have to uninstall when this is all over and I have to cancel my subscription.
At some point in our lives, we realise that we’ve just fucked up. It might be small and easy to deal with like returning some clothes that were the wrong size. Or it might be huge and you have to learn to deal with it, rather than throw your hands in the air and quit. Impulse shopping doesn’t always happen in five seconds, sometimes you can obsess with the impulse to buy something for months only to realise that you didn’t really need it or want it.