On Wednesday nights, our whole family goes to the church. We have a meal and then there are about a dozen small groups you can choose to participate in. The food is always delicious.
(Thank You Miss Beverly!)(Except for tonight, when it's chicken pot pie, which is gross. Next week is lasagna though, so, yum!)(Also, just because I don't like something, doesn't mean she doesn't make the best there ever was.)(OK, I'll stop with the parentheses.)
TP keeps the nursery instead of going to a class. I used to, but last year when I was pregnant, I told the nursery director that I wanted to take Wednesday off from nursery working since I would need to work the extra hours during tax season. And I was tired. And I wanted to go home and watch Lost. So I ate my supper and went home.
This year, I decided to participate in one of the small groups. We have a large homeless ministry at the church, and one of the men who helps out is a retired photographer. He offered to teach a class on photography. I thought, "Great! This is something I could really use!" (As I am sure you are all aware of by the quality of my pictures.) So I signed up.
I should have known I was in trouble the first night when he said he was going to go over the limit at the beginning of class. I am a stickler about classes being over. It's supposed to be over at 7:30. I would like to be home in time for Lost each week and also have some time to play with Mr. Cheeks before he sacks out. And learn something. Not about the history of photography. While interesting, it does not help me take a better picture. The class was sort of sucky. Not worth the hour and a half of my life I had spent there.
I thought I would give the class another chance, so I went back last week. We had a few newcomers, one who was just there to observe. And by "observe," he meant ask a lot of really obnoxious questions in a really slow old man way. While our teacher (who I'll call Andy), was going on and on about some drivel about a glass negative and a D70, and how he wished his wife would let him buy one, (uuuuh, is it bad that my first thought was "Dooce has that camera?" No? Ok, moving on.) the man with the annoying questions STARTED FLIPPING HIS DENTURES OUT OF HIS MOUTH AND PLAYING WITH THEM BETWEEN HIS LIPS.
And then I could hear all of the other classes letting out. People were walking down the back stairs still carrying on conversations and Andy was still talking. And talking some more, about F-stops, I think. Which is potentially important, but he wasn't telling us what it was or what to do with it, so I didn't see how it was really that important. I knew Mr. Cheeks was waiting down in the nursery for me, so I ran and got him and then we stayed for 20 MORE MINUTES. Andy was still talking when I left.
I think I'm going to just go on home tonight and forget the photography class. I could learn more on my lunch hour watching other people take pictures at the zoo. Do all old people do this: every time he opens his mouth to speak, this raspy, voice from the grave, breath has to escape first. A "Hehhhhhhhhh" if you will. It makes me want to pour developing chemicals in my ears. I'm so intollerant. And impatient. I feel sort of sorry for him because he probably doesn't have anyone to talk to all day, except the homeless people in the morning and then he has this captive audience, but I can't take it anymore.
And Lost starts in two weeks.














I applaud you for taking the class. I probably will never do something like that and my pictures will continue to suck.
There might be a reason why you are there other than to learn photography.....be a detective and find out why! I wanna know. Perhaps you are there to teach the old guy that it is sucky manners to do that with his dentures! YUCK!
Posted by: Andreia | September 21, 2006 at 09:54 AM
Oh, I love chicken pot pie.
Playing with the dentures is a big no no. That really is gross!
That sucks that the class isn't any good. I was hoping you could give me some pointers on how to capture the correct lighting with my camera phone. hehe
Posted by: Silly Hily | September 21, 2006 at 01:17 PM