Group discussion at the minories. I arrived to an environment I'm not just not used to. It was a room full of the people I have heard speak over the last two years delivering lectures. Even though I recognise them I am unfamiliar with their style of teaching. I am however very used to Gill Morgan phew a familiar face. I felt suddenly unprepared and unsure of my own dissertation subject something I have been working on now for at least 3 months. I was with some of my fellow class mates but also a collection of other students from different art back grounds. So we sat around a table with the words, don't worry, this should just be really beneficial and we can possibly point you in the right direction or check you are going in the right direction.
Ok I thought good we each had to read out the title and chapter ideas, o yes very easy but when I spoke a whole load of rubbish left my mouth and I didn't even say the words to really get to my point. I was hoping for some questions but none came my way I felt my subject was boring and who really cares what I'm writing about except me. I felt myself drift off, all I know is that if the tutors liked your ideas you were laughing im-put a plenty for those lucky ones. So I sat there waiting for the time to evaporate then right at the end the question came to the whole group now does anyone feel they haven't been spoken to, well yes my hand should of gone up but no it stayed firmly into my lap. Disappointed with the whole thing I just wanted to leave. This I did, wondering what was the point.
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