Shitty day was really shitty. Fucking hell.
Right. So. Seminar final was today.
All was fine. I had 15 final prints like we were supposed to. Artists's statement. Good. Great.
Before class started I went up to my professor and told her that I didn't have the 11"x14" because I couldn't afford it.
She said that she'd talk to me after class. Fine.
A few hours later it was my turn to present my work to the class for critique.
Before I even fucking start she decides to tell the class that the 8"x10" RC paper is "a no-no" and is not acceptable. I interrupt her to tell her I couldn't afford it. She brushes it off. She tells me that I won't pass the class if I don't reprint them on 11"x14" fiber paper. She flat-out told me I would not pass the class. What the fuck? So it's four inches short. Does that change my photos? No. Fucking hell. It's just fucking ridiculous. So, completely red, embarrassed, and humiliated, I then shakily present my final portfolio to the class.
And then she doesn't talk to me after class.
I mean is this truly unreasonable? I can't change the fact that my bank account reads $0.00. I mean, not literally. I have enough for emergency money and subway fare to the airport and stuff. But I mean, does she think money grows on trees, or appears out of thin air when needed?
If I wasn't on scholarship, I wouldn't be here. If my grandparents hadn't scraped and scringed to get money for my supplies, I would've dropped out in September. There is no bottomless check. Newsflash, the economy sucks right now, and we still haven't recovered from our financial situation since my dad died.
Not only that, but I've spent so much on 8"x10" photo paper. It's $80 for a thing of 100 sheets. I just had to buy a new one because I was extremely low after Thanksgiving. The fiber paper is about $20-30 for ten sheets of paper. And again, printed at Staples it's $35.
But this is a final portfolio of the photos we've been producing since September. So we'd just be printing larger versions of already printed photos. Which is a waste of money, and time in the darkroom if I chose fiber paper. And it's fucking finals week. The photos weren't even being hung or anything. They were just for this one day. And everyone's seen everyone else's photos already. We've been presenting them since September.
And one of her points was that I should've talked to her earlier. Like weeks ago. But I didn't realize it would cost so much, and I had to buy more 8"x10" paper. You can't do the 11"x14" without doing the 8"x10" first so that you know the right exposure and f/ for the best print.
Why does she want to make our lives a living hell? She could've just talked to me after class about it, but no. She had to go and fucking chew me out in front of all of my classmates. That's so fucking embarrassing. And then she asked about my lec/lab final. And I said I was using some of those photos. And she gave me that look. But luckily a few kids who are also in my lec/lab class stood up for me a bit by telling her that Stella and another lec/lab professor were accepting RC paper. And you know why? BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT FUCKING CLUELESS. They know how expensive it is and how none of us have money to spend on something like that.
So now my mom is going to call my advisor and cause shit.
At least I had my last Drawing and last Seminar class today.
I am never taking another class of hers ever again.
