There are two questions that I dread the most in this world: "That's it?" and "Why are you here?"
-I should have been an ostrich because when "That's it?" is said to me, I want to bury my head deep into the ground. Thankfully, this has changed but once upon a time, if you wanted to break my heart it was that easy.
I remember when I was interested in Music Composition and the high school band teacher said I had a knack for it. I'd write songs for extra credit in his classes and one time he said that he'd have the whole band perform my most recent piece if I'd write out the different parts for the different instruments. I decided that if my teacher liked that song so much then I'd give it a chance and perform it for a friend (which I usually didn't do.) There I sat, in my favorite practice room, a place I spent many school lunch periods when I wanted to get away from the madness of the hallways. My fingers hit the notes perfectly, although shakily. I came to the end of the song, looked over and my friend said, "that's it?" I felt my entire body sink low and immediately hot blood rushed up to my cheeks displaying my pure humiliation. I haven't written a song since.
Coming into the film program, I was rightfully worried about this issue of pleasing others with my work. One thing I learned from that first production class was how to take criticism and my attitude about this situation has completely revamped. Now, when I happen to hear a co-worker or an opinionated relative express their views of my insignificance, I want to prove them wrong. Often, I think about what they say until I make another film with adaptations and I usually find the advice very helpful. I don't give up my signature for them though, I like it when my films still gives you a certain feeling I don't know how to describe but provides a liaison between souls.
I remember when I was interested in Music Composition and the high school band teacher said I had a knack for it. I'd write songs for extra credit in his classes and one time he said that he'd have the whole band perform my most recent piece if I'd write out the different parts for the different instruments. I decided that if my teacher liked that song so much then I'd give it a chance and perform it for a friend (which I usually didn't do.) There I sat, in my favorite practice room, a place I spent many school lunch periods when I wanted to get away from the madness of the hallways. My fingers hit the notes perfectly, although shakily. I came to the end of the song, looked over and my friend said, "that's it?" I felt my entire body sink low and immediately hot blood rushed up to my cheeks displaying my pure humiliation. I haven't written a song since.
Coming into the film program, I was rightfully worried about this issue of pleasing others with my work. One thing I learned from that first production class was how to take criticism and my attitude about this situation has completely revamped. Now, when I happen to hear a co-worker or an opinionated relative express their views of my insignificance, I want to prove them wrong. Often, I think about what they say until I make another film with adaptations and I usually find the advice very helpful. I don't give up my signature for them though, I like it when my films still gives you a certain feeling I don't know how to describe but provides a liaison between souls.
-"Why are you here?" are four words that seems to bring on an evaluation of my life no matter where I hear it. My initial response will always want to be "I DON'T KNOW!" and running away. Even when asked innocently but that's mainly because I start thinking deeply about how I became the person I am and what I plan for my future. I also have a fear of imposing; I long to be around others but feel that I'm often more of a burden than much else.
So there you have it, some sticks and stones. Quite the career path I chose in relation to these but I've always loved a good challenge.












