The First Week At Tafe

My first week of Tafe has been confusing, scary, fun and somewhat enlightening for me. I have only one class of which I will start hating the most which is second class of the Drawing Workshop which is lectured by Brendan Hibbert; which uses measuring "techniques" and guides to draw objects in the "easiest" way possible of which I think as confusing and pure bullshit. The other classes which is the Topography Workshop (which deals with font layouts and bits of languages) headed by lecturer Kurt Fischer is okay, changing to a rather fun class despite the fact that the lecturer is a bit of a hypocrite and is forcing it upon us as art students and future graphic designers to judge everything, including people; at least his inner child hasn't dropped dead yet. The next class during Monday starting at 1:30 pm is the Knowledge Tutorials class which frankly, I don't know what in the blazes we are supposed to be doing in there; the lecturer, Mirek Woznica, ended up handing us delinquent yet educated, teenagers and young adults to a librarian (I forgot what his name was) who went on and on about the library (I always think of Star Wars and Obi-Wan Kenobi because of the JEDi info database thingy they use in the library at Perth Campus) and gave us a tour of the place despite our obvious signs of fatigue, boredom and lack of interest. I remembered getting lost more than once during my trip to retrieve a library card of my own. Tuesday's class was short, even though the timetable for that one and only class stated 2:30 pm to 6:30 pm. Being the little worry wort that I am, I went to Perth rather early for Tafe and hung around there for a few minutes and made my obligatory trips to Empire Toys and Quality Comics (I got another issue of Star Wars Tales, issue 20 and put the first volume of Rozen Maiden by Peach Pit on order there) before going to the Colour Workshop with lecturer Rina Franz who stated that children are the best of drawers for some quaint reason or other before Lazar Radonavich (the lecturer who thought Rina's class was his class and also thought all the students were meditating or something) exited the class; all we did in that class was draw lines and repetitive patterns and turned them "accidentally" into shapes in pencil, I didn't know how I endured the silent and slow torture of it all myself. Wednesday was one of those flashback days for me; I had to learn to use a mac computer again because we'll be using them for a whole year, the login procedure to be on the network is a hassle to me though, but unlike the last day's class, I endured thanks to a little help from Christopher sitting next to me during class. During the next class with the same lecturer, we had to turn words into symbols or logos but we had to brainstorm for that, too bad for our group because of the lack of communication and extra lightbulbs to go with it. On Thursday I had no classes, which was nice, but I was worried about Mike in case he was looking for me on that day. Friday was a good start, but a nightmarish ending for the first of my week; the first class with Jay Scroop as lecturer was fun; drawing things like shoes and hands can really show how craptastic I can draw even if I squint with one eye shut. After that class I caught up with Mike and his group of followers in the cafeteria after he came after me from behind and talked to me as if we've been separated for ten years and introduced me to his friends: Neal, David, the girl whom I forgot her name and couple of other people there as we ate and socialized until it was time for us to part :( The last class with Brendan Hibbert is a nightmare; he uses weird guides and lines to draw things such as skulls and heads of humans with a pencil whilst teaching us students to be good doctors along the confusing way to Artist-Doctor Land; following the others down the same rabbit-hole wasn't as easy as I expected and to make matters worse, he told us (Brendan the lecturer) to practice on them! Gah! How supposed to practice on these hellish things anyway? But I guess practice makes perfect, bah humbug!