FUCKING COMIC CLASS

28th February 2012

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FUCKING COMIC CLASS

10 PM, the day before class, my comics professor emails me back about my thumbnails and scripts. Says the story has to be original to me.

This is TWO WEEKS after I’d sent him my original script and an attached statment that I just wanted to do a comics version of China Mieville’s short story “Jack.” I SAID IT IN CLASS TOO. My entire script was right out of the book, my plans for cutting were centered around the short story’s interesting paragraph structure, I was having fun! ALL MY PREVIOUS ASSIGNMENTS HAD BEEN ADAPTATIONS OF OTHER PEOPLE’S WRITINGS. He’d never complained once! Never a word! HE HAD THE SCRIPT FOR TWO WEEKS AND DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING.

But nope. ‘s gotta be original. He told me so now.

10 PM, the day before my four penciled pages are due, my comic professor emailed me to tell me that my entire idea is inapplicable to the assignment. And also that he can’t look at two pages of rather large thumbnails with labels and a script attached and tell what’s going on, and so he can’t critique my work, he told me that too.

So I’m drawing it all over. The last time I tried to argue with the professor, just one objection got me a “You won’t like me when I’m angry” so I’m not even gonna make a peep about the last minute notification. I’m just drawing.

Fuck you, last minute notifications, fuck you, no critique, fuck you unclear assignments, fuck you no digital work— I’M STILL DOING THIS. But darling professor of mine, last minute work means you get the stuff straight out of my head, no time to take the fandom goggles off.

YOU’RE GONNA GET FOUR PAGES OF MY SMUGGLER AND MY SITH WARRIOR BEATING RANDOM PEOPLE UP AND YOU’D BETTER LIKE IT.

Tagged: just be glad it's not four pages of my smuggler and skavak making out because that's like half my sketchbook this goddamn class real life