What a great post, Magaly!
UGH. Your professor is an arrogant, pretentious idiot who is taking out her own inability to break into publishing on her students.
I don't know you outside this medium, Magaly, but it's things like this that make me absolutely adore you!It reminded me of my brief stint as a Graphic Design student in college. I had a teacher who tried her hardest to fail me because I refused to hold my sketching pencil like she does hers. It didn't matter to her that my works turned out well, she insisted I was holding my tools wrong. She didn't like me. It might have also been the fact that I called her on it, explained that I come from a family of artists and have been sketching since I was old enough to hold a pencil, and wasn't some doodler off the street with no skill or clue. I wasn't there to LEARN to draw in a mimicry of her style, I was there to hone my OWN style and for the degree that told others I knew what I already knew how to do. Needless to say, that teacher (and the other art instructor who blatantly stole my work under the pretense of putting it in the student show, then claiming it was never submitted. The pieces in question were later discovered by a fellow student and buddy of mine the following semester (after I had left), being toted as the instructors own work and examples. How peculiar that she left that teaching post mid-term when aforementioned buddy pointed out my stylistically embedded signature in the pieces proved her false. Life is funny sometimes. :p) was the reason I left that school and decided that piece of paper wasn't worth it. I can't abide pretentiousness and arrogance.Rock on to you for giving her a good swift kick with your mighty pen, Magaly! You are an inspiration.
I had to go back and reread to get the proper gist of this post...quite a description of the bleak landscape...also quite a description of the anger...you do have a way with words...Amy ... From your post, I got the feeling that perhaps that teacher felt that you thought you already knew enough and were not going to get anything out of her class and that was why you refused to heed her advice on tools...However, in the end, she showed her true colors, eh?
Fabulous , fabulous Lady Magaly...hahahahaha....:D I thoroughly enjoyed your 1st beautifully descriptive piece, but the second right from the gut piece was magnificent!!! You have an instinct for emotive writing that no one can teach...Bravo! :D XXX
HAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH. Hell. YES. Every time you turn something in from now on you should tap that pencil on her desk. Lol
Since when does art not provide instant gratification? Interesting, how the 'teacher' associated money with gratification. Pretentious twaddle. Now I want a black&silver mechanical pencil.....
Major Awesome post... Love your tool of the trade Ms Wickedness, or should I say... your weapon?
Bravo Magaly!!!! I am standing and applauding you!
Very glad you liked it ;-)
That sounds like a very strong possibility.
I can't stand those pompous people who stand in front of others and say "I will help you find your voice/style." Or the ones who say "You don't know yet, but I've been there and this is what you really want." Who do they think they are?That former professor of yours sounds like a real winner. I'm glad you showed her what witchy artists are made of ;-)
I don't know how you do it, but your comments always make me feel warm inside ;-D
I'm smiling so hard right now that my face is beginning to hurt lol
You are worse than I am. Ha!
My theory is that some people spend so long dissecting art that they forget how to experience it and enjoy it's glory. I would feel sorry for them, but most of the time they are jerks who don't deserve anything from me. And yes, a pencil makes a very good weapon it seems.
Stab on, m'luv!
I just did a little happy dance ;-)
Brava, Magaly! Gotta love those Pretentious Prissy Bitches... Honestly, I think it's instructors like that that have made me decide to never go to college, especially for something I love... I wouldn't want to waste the money for someone to sit in front of me, inflating their ego while putting me or my work down... My grandma always told me that some of the world's greatest writers never sat in a classroom, perfecting their craft through someone else's idealisms, they were too busy out in the world doing it themselves... You have a fabulous gift with words, missy. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise... And if they do, we all know where they can shove the mechanical pencil ;-)
Heehee... brilliant.As a witch and a writer: wholeheartedly agreed!
Write on, witchy-girl!
I'll keep my mechanical pencil at the ready ;-)
I snorted tea out my nose!
I am nearly speechless at the pure beautiful magnitude of your courageous act. I gasped, I grinned, I chuckled with an evil sneer and now I applaud you, my witchy goddess. May I one day be considered in your league. You go girl! MUAHAHAHAHA!
Nothing like a good snort ;-)
It was rage-infused courage, but it worked lol I think we are pretty even, my dearest, Mina.
You. Are. Awesome.Your professor reminds me of one writing professor I had who said that good poetry is written for adults, and that children can't appreciate it anyways. He said a few other crazy things, and I got fed up and dropped the class before week two was over.
...huh, this also reminds me of when, as a music student, I was told how to interpret my piano pieces. Now, when I'm in a choir I'm fine with following the director's lead (if all the singers tried to do their own thing it wouldn't be a choir) but I like to play my piano pieces how they speak to me. Especially when they're written by someone (like Chopin) who considered his given phrasing as recommendations rather than commandments.I wasn't a good music student. lol
He sounds like a gem of inspiration.
It sounds to me like you were a rather good music student.
Happy to help...
Actually, a good music student can generally play by the rules and only start breaking them (at least, openly breaking them) after they've mastered what the teacher wants them to learn.
That applies to every kind of learning, one needs to learn the rules, first, and then break them in brilliant ways.
Magaly, first may I say I truly adore your style (both the nitty-gritty and the elegant forms of prose), and secondly your attitude towards Life, the Universe, and Everything. Your last paragraph - "In someways, my Luvs, writing is similar to witchery and to life. These things are waytoo important to allow anyone, living outside our hearts, tell us how it mustbe done. For when our existence is shaped by someone other than us, our happinessand magic simply die. " - has hit me this morning in a way that few things have since I read Women Who Run with the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. I needed this, on this particular morning, with all the particular little... and big... things going on in my life. My Dragon and I are both so frustrated and despairing of our lives at the moment that we have no idea of which way to turn or what lifeline to grasp to pull ourselves up - or if there are any lifelines to begin with! And then I read this, and I reminded myself that I am here with my Dragon now because of this very idea - that "when our existence is shaped by someone other than us, our happiness and magic simply die." I had let my existence become just that, as had he, and then we found each other, and chose to chase after hope together instead of remaining in the nice, safe, predictable and ultimately stultifying, desolate lives we were leading, because we felt we could create a better life and future for ourselves and my two daughters, and the daughter he and I have together. It takes determination. It takes grit and blood and sweat and tears, but it is worth it, to be your own person and reclaim your happiness and magic. It has to be - what is life if it isn't?
I'm smiling and hoping for you and your Dragon. Life can be a drag at times, indeed, but it's the only one we have, so we must shape every bit we can to our liking and make it worth our while.I feel happy my words helped you. This has made my day!