You see, my professor each week asked us to turn in one photo that we felt was a good one and each week I would receive a terribly low grade. This makes me blush even now that I was doing so poorly in a class. I did, however, inquire as to how to receive a higher score and my professor just sort of shrugged his shoulders along with the words, "keep trying." So then I asked how he decided if a photograph was good or not. His reply was that he just knew what was good and what wasn't...like a gut feeling. Beginning to feel more frustrated and yet determined to try I turned in photo after photo.
Near the end of the quarter, I had only received one A and the rest were basically failing grades. Thank goodness for tests because I was able to still pass the class, but unfortunately what happened next was I set my Pentax back in its case and barely took photos for years. Feeling inadequate and letting the professor's words and grades affect me, I stopped doing something I enjoyed.
It wasn't until the end of my time at the University that I decided to try once more. I only shared my photographs with one friend and in turn he would gently let me know what he thought and encouraged me a great deal to keep at it. His enthusiasm was so infectious that soon taking photographs became a great joy to do anytime and anywhere. I will always be grateful for my friend being so caring, aware, and thoughtful.
Each day I'm still learning how to use cameras and what setting is good for what type of light etc., but I love the process even the mistakes along the way. I've realized that it's okay to do something you love no matter what the professor or critic or bully thinks.
camera: polaroid spectra