3 posts tagged “school”

Someone's writing a biography of your life (to date).  What is the best/worst chapter of the book? 
Submitted by Ross.

Worst chapter: 9th year of high school. Blurg.

Best chapter: second semester of junior year at SFSU. Best time of my life. Felt like I found my niche. I found a mentor in my screenwriting professor and film production professor, made some good friends, and had a blast. And, like all good moments in film, it was short lived.

"It's just a life of pain. And when it's good, it's brief." -- Yasha Aginsky, my former film prof on a life in film. So true.

It's such a beautiful day, but I find no happiness in it.

What's great about having this Vox is that I don't have to censor it. Mom has been a devoted reader to the Paris blog. She knows all and everything that's going on with me through that blog. And that's great. I want her to know, but there are things that she shouldn't know. We all keep secrets from our mothers because we want to protect them.

Last night was a really depressing night. I got an email from a former professor asking if I wanted to TA with her and my former TA who is now a teacher. I had a huge crush on this TA. I learned a lot from him. And they wanted me to work with them. They wanted me to help teach kids like myself who knew little to nothing about shooting on film. But I had to say no because I'm in Paris.

And for the first time in a long time I wanted to go home.

I cried after sending her an email telling her that I had to decline the offer. It just felt like saying no to a once in a lifetime opportunity. I mean, I thought she had retired already, there were rumors before I left. And Jason, the old TA, I thought that he was already done with grad school. All this might be true, when I get back for my last year.

Then Nayo called, after I was done crying, and while talking to her, I couldn't help but cry again. I hung up. Then I started to wash my clothes in the sink. I'm trying to save money so I can see some other beautiful places. I wrung all the extra water from my clothes into the sink and hung them on the clothesline that hangs from my door to the far side of the room. I stood under my laundry and felt drops of water fall onto my arms and shoulders and watched drops falling onto the tile floor. I stood there for a while, not moving.

I can't stop thinking about the future. Like, what am I going to do when I get back to California? This whole study abroad thing has just become this hiatus from school/normal life/the familiar. And I'm glad I had it, am having this "break." But once I get back home, I have to start up again. You know, start actually doing things. Not that I'm not doing things here. But, if anything, this past year in Paris has been like a vacation. And I love it, but it's going to come to an end like all vacations. There's a lot to accomplish when I get back.

• Start filming mockumentary for Kuya's wedding: This might involve at least 2 weeks of shooting in July and a couple days in August.
• Get top wisdom teeth removed: I can feel them coming already and messing up my top row of teeth. Crap. I have this thing about my teeth. This can also ruin my shooting schedule. We'll see.
• Clean: A lot of things. Just get rid of things that I don't need anymore. Can do without it. Living here has taught me to be more simple, live with simplicity. I'm also going to clean the hard drive and possible get another one.

• Bike: I'm going to finish what I started last summer. The Spartan. That was the fixed gear project I told you about. I bought a blue bike called "Spartan" on the head tube. I was going to turn it into a fixed gear beast as an homage to the film 300.
• School stuff: Just figure out what I'm going to do my last year of school. Should I get the French degree? Do I even deserve it? Because I don't feel like I do. I don't even want to call myself a French major.
  

I think that's good for now. That's a lot, actually. Shouldn't overload. If I can get all these things done throughout the summer, then I'll be happy.