So my first class yesterday - Foundations of Moving Image Art - was the shiiiit.

Started off by getting into our assigned production groups. We were told to give ourselves better names than "Group 1, Group 2, Group 3." Noone could come up with anything so I told them about how upset I still am over the whole venus flytrap incident and said we should name ourselves in memory of them - Will Smith and the Bel Airs. They all agreed except one girl, who I don't even really think disagreed, I just don't think she understood why it was fucking hilarious. My group consists of Eric the tall blonde kid, Sam the jew, Dani who likes trail mix, and Britt the retard with no sense of humor. Jkjk, they all seem cool, but yeah. Eric is Will and Sam is Carlton and Dani is Jeffrey. I think I'm just "Philadelphia" and Britt is nothing because she just doesn't get it.

So we took notes about basic film language and blah blah, bullshit I already knew. A bit about the history of editing (this is for my own benefit/to see what kind of memory I have - Lumiere brothers, George Melies, Edwin S. Porter, DW Griffith, Soviet Montage, Kushtov Effect.. yeah that last one's probably wrong but HURRAH I WIN.)

Anyway, that took about an hour, then both pilot groups met in the screening room. We watched a clip from "High and Low" by Akira Kurosawa and discussed the editing and transitions, etcetc. Then we screened "Dog Day Afternoon" in its entirety which was fucking hilarious. Discussed it a bit afterwards and off we went.

We do all this online stuff on this site called Moodle and every week two people are paired to do this thing called "What Happened in Class" and it's basically the notes and then our perspectives on how the class went. Me and this douche nozzle Ryan were paired. He doesn't know how to share or work together so he just went home and did half of it and then told me when he was done and then I did the rest. Whatever. It turned out decent despite the fact that he's retarded and the coordinator of the program ended up emailing me saying what a good job I did and that we set "such a high standard" blah blah. I AM TEH AWESOMEZ.

So now I'm headed to my second class - Moving Image Production - which I'm so excited about because the teacher is god damn adorable. Even my room mate loves him. (PS - the whole room mate thing is going swell. We have too much in common and she's already trying to hook me up with a tutoring job. It's only 10 hours a week and fucking $12 AN HOUR. YESYES ROLLIN IN THE BENJAMINZZZ)