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Post by Diedrich Hagan on Apr 21, 2012 21:40:15 GMT -5
This was an interesting job for Diedrich to have, to have to teach people about the basics of film, while personally wanting to do anything but the basics. He enjoyed his classes, he enjoyed his usually present students, he enjoyed the material he was teaching...but he thirsted for raw, artsy talent. He wanted to find some youngster bursting with creativity so he could take them under his wing so he could show them the type of film that really got you remembered. But most people didn't want to be remembered for their film, they wanted to make money for it.
So he was walking through the halls of the arts department with an absolutely horrible chai tea in a cardboard cup held in his hand. It was terrible, but on his salary he couldn't afford much better on a daily basis, and without his tea he suffered even worse headaches. He was hoping to find some inspiration here to fuel a new project of his, with a working title of "Art Belongs to the Person Who Views it." It was all about taking art and making it interactive and personal, the sort of thing Burning Man was all about. (He had been to Burning Man every year for fifteen years.) But maybe all he would find in the arts department was a slowly cooling cup of crappy tea.
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Post by Jordan Alexander Penny on Jun 3, 2012 19:34:59 GMT -5
First days seem to always be the hardest for jordan. Then again it might have been the 6 hour flight or the coming to school in the middle of the year but he was here. Sadly. He still wasn't happy about leaving Hannah at home, he didn't trust those losers at school. They were pigs, cruel pigs who say her as their own prey. Though she said she would be fine he didn't believe it. Han's wasn't as strong as she always said, she was small for her age and unless she was aloud to take a bow to school then their was no way she could defend herself. It bothered him to be so far away but he couldn't give this up, it was his chance.
As he walked the halls, he wondered why this place was so empty. Not as in without people ,there were tons, but it was, boring. It was bland, without creativity. Like his classes. 'the Basics of flim design? wasn't the point of flim making to be yourself, and bring your own edge to flims? What type of director would he be if he wasn't his own. As he rounded the corner into some room he realized he was lost completely. Watch him be in the wrong department, again. He lucked out that there was someone in here,who was clearly a teacher or he got held back a lot. "Um. Excuse me, Can you tell me where the Jodie Foster Classrooms are?"
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Post by Diedrich Hagan on Jun 3, 2012 20:02:51 GMT -5
He was forcing himself to take another sip of the rabbit dropping tea when he was approached by a student, a young larvae as he so often called them. Was he lost? How silly. At this time of year, even freshmen knew their way around, so either he was a transfer student or was the type to easily get lost because of his owning quiet musings, or perhaps both. Either one was an exciting prospect, some hatchling out of a sea turtle's egg, desperately trying to be one of the few to make it to the ocean while the rest were gobbled up on the beach. He didn't tell his students this, but the truth was very few would succeed.
And he was trying to get to the Jodie Foster rooms? Was he indeed a student of film? He hadn't seen him, so maybe not, but either way, the question bugged him. “You want to know how to get to the Jodie Foster classrooms? See, that puts me in a bit of a pickle, because you have not told me which was you would like to go. Shall you go the scenic route? Which indeed transcends this school and involves a bit of a detour to the Appalachia mountains? Or the philosopher's route? Which involves taking the road less traveled by and at this point, that leaves only the ceiling,” he ranted, eyes lighting up, but dying down as he said these last words, “or do you want that silly, ordinary way? No, I'll tell you, three buildings south, but you have to choose the way to get there.”
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Post by Jordan Alexander Penny on Jun 9, 2012 23:09:27 GMT -5
Jordan raised a eyebrow at the guy, his way he described the way to get there. Was this some sort of test? something about his words made him smile though, that was something he would say to someone who asked them the same, question their ways, learn who they are by the way they step. He wasn't just anyone, He was a adventurer, abnormal, creative inspiration person. So of course he couldn't just nod and say 'kay'. No, To boring.
"Or I could do it my way and make my own path to where i'm going" he said with a smile as he did, clearly proud of his tricky answer. "that way i know im doing my own thing and no one else." he said, his voice showing how gity it made him to be weird. "I'm Jordan By the way, Newbie Extraordinaire Of Whatever I want, You?" he asked as he scanned over the guy, he looked way to old to be a student, maybe a teacher?
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Post by Diedrich Hagan on Jun 16, 2012 12:38:09 GMT -5
Diedrich raised his eyebrow in an amused way. Normally students just stuttered and left to go ask for directions from another teacher. That wasn't to say students didn't like him, many eagerly awaited his class, but they became awkward when they were simply in his presence. They became worried that he would talk about strange things or ask them to do extra credit projects, but this student seemed unfazed, and he hadn't even met him before. The idea of him indeed being a student of film excited him, but he musn't get too ahead of himself. The classroom was where he built his reports.
“Ah yes, then you could simply go wherever you wanted under the pretense of taking your own way to class.” He paused as he thought about the possibility more, “yes, you could go wherever you wanted, even just go to sleep and say that's how you get to class.” It gave him idea. A short film about a man wandering through life, except he's just on the way to class, but he lives his whole life out on the way and in the end he shows up at class only to teach it...could be interesting. He liked the way the kid introduced himself also, especially the “of whatever I want,” part. He couldn't say it didn't excite him. He smiled and introduced himself, “Diedrich Hagan, a man they trust to give you information that I encourage you to completely ignore.”
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