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Post by theeclipse on Mar 24, 2010 2:54:08 GMT -5
Encourage or discourage your creativity? This could be in terms of art, writing, drama, etc, or creativity/creative thinking in other subjects such as history, maths, science. What do you think?
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Post by Nihilist on Mar 24, 2010 3:05:34 GMT -5
Encourage or discourage your creativity? This could be in terms of art, writing, drama, etc, or creativity/creative thinking in other subjects such as history, maths, science. What do you think? I wouldn't know the impact of education, I loved to learn in general and pushed myself, and I got along well with my teachers. The problem lied in fellow students, but then I don't know whether that was due to my own introverted behavior, or because they truly were akin to the Borg. But it was great for learning, I loved school in general, because it was an opportunity to escape into this other world where my bodily existence and descriptors didn't matter. But then, they call it imagination, so I'm not so sure.
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Post by jaHer on Mar 24, 2010 4:01:44 GMT -5
I haven't taken many school art classes, but I did know one of my teachers killed my enthusiasm for ceramics because I was impatient and disgruntled by the prospect of having to do two whole years of nothing but pot and box making before you'd be allowed to work with sculptures, which was all I wanted to do.
I was told "You're not that good with your hands, go into drawing and design."
Though, truth be told, it is more of my thing.
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Post by theeclipse on Mar 24, 2010 6:52:12 GMT -5
Creativity. Not so much learning in general- (though I think people learn more when they're allowed a certain level of creativity) and also not necessarily art. But tell me about it anyway! hehe impatient kids... Do you think it's fair that they wanted you to build up, or should you have been allowed to do sculptures earlier on?
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Post by jaHer on Mar 24, 2010 8:32:52 GMT -5
Oh in general? Heh. I've only got a high school diploma so far, so I'd have to say they did a good job of deprioritising my own thought processes and stuffing me full of shit I needed to repeat on command, then expecting me to succeed in a world quite different.
As for my ceramics class... I don't doubt I was just overly impatient, and that there was a lot of good to come out of two years of learning and practicing the basics, techniques, and getting familiar with the tools and materials. But I'm not sure if their minimum of two years was entirely because of those reasons, or if they were just weeding out many students because of lack/high cost of resources.
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Post by skyfire on Mar 24, 2010 10:12:26 GMT -5
Many of the classes I took in high school were so far below my level that I spent a large part of class either doodling or writing down notes for stories I was working on at the time.
No joke.
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Post by yojetak on Mar 24, 2010 10:42:04 GMT -5
Many of the classes I took in high school were so far below my level that I spent a large part of class either doodling or writing down notes for stories I was working on at the time. No joke. That's why there's college. Anywho. My education I've been getting here at the school of the art institute of chicago has been phenomenal. You can't put a price on learning from professionals in the field you're wanting to go in. Plus I get access to all of their resources that would be impossible to get on my own. It's expanded my thought process, creativity, critical thinking, spacial awareness, and technical skills. Only people who have never been to art school will say they don't need it.
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Post by Sandafluffoid on Mar 24, 2010 10:54:15 GMT -5
Art classes put me off art forever by making me realise how shit I am. Same for the creative writing parts of English.
Drama, however, really helped my drama, and gave me one thing that I didn't entirely suck at, which was nice.
But acting probably isn't really creative.
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Post by Nihilist on Mar 24, 2010 11:02:12 GMT -5
I wasn't a fan of high school art classes, but then again, my teacher spent 3/4 of the year very sick with lupus, so I can't blame her. It's just, I like having good chemistry in a class and if the class is full of weeaboos, it's going to be terrible.
But then, I was even more of a misguided arrogant asshole back then, and didn't get along with anybody. AP classes? Full of rich white snobs. Phys. Ed? Maybe I shouldn't have snogged that chick in front of everyone. Just,..... yeah.
But man, math class was fun. I used to tutor math from the remedial level up to calculus 1, and that was enjoyable. I like getting something complicated and explaining it with a simple analogy. And people liked it, half the Wal-Mart clerks were tutored by me and they'd give me hugs. 8)
"Thanks for helping me get an A in math, I never thought I would."
I like college way better, being an art major at state uni isn't bad, I wanted to go to SAIC but didn't have the funds. But it's alright, my technical skills are improving like whoa. It's just finding a niche, not everyone appreciates the finer points of Ferengi in thongs.
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Post by rookie on Mar 24, 2010 13:19:56 GMT -5
11th grade English. I had a guy named Dr. Blankenberg. I hated that SOB, but the feeling was mutual.
He had us all write an essay about what some such poem made us feel. I got a D on it. Not because of my poor spelling or grammatical skills, oh no. I got, in big red letters "Wrong". When I asked him what was wrong, he said I answered the question wrong. When I pressed him further (and it took about 10 minutes find out what exactly I did wrong) he said that no, the poem did not, in fact, make me feel this way. I could rewrite it and increase my grade up to a B. I gave him some suggestions that counter the laws of anatomy and left the class.
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Post by yojetak on Mar 24, 2010 16:51:51 GMT -5
I like college way better, being an art major at state uni isn't bad, I wanted to go to SAIC but didn't have the funds. But it's alright, my technical skills are improving like whoa. It's just finding a niche, not everyone appreciates the finer points of Ferengi in thongs. aww we could've been going to the same school! Stupid moneys. And you're a fantastic illustrator. *nods excessively* You could draw me some star trek porn any time you like mister. (oh man i found your niche! porn for yoje.)
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Post by RavynousHunter on Mar 24, 2010 19:14:28 GMT -5
The only parts that actually pressed me creatively in any way, shape, or form were Statistics (which I'll go into later), Programming, and Creative Writing.
Why is Statistics there? Because it tied in with my knowledge of programming. Ya see, there was a program on the little TI-83 calculators everyone had (I had an 83+ Silver AND an 86, BITCHES!) that did dice for us. It worked for different numbers and types of dice, but it was slow. Horrendously slow. So, in my infinite excellence, I made a program that did the same thing (sans the idiotic special effects), only faster, and using less space. I did all this (up to v. 2.0) in the span of two weeks and submitted it to the teacher. She called me a genius (like ya do), and said that she was seriously considering copying it over to all the spare calculators in the class. I. FELT. LIKE. A. GOD.
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Post by Thejebusfire on Mar 24, 2010 20:22:20 GMT -5
The entire reason I can draw today is because someone at school taught me how.
Sadly my school didn't have a whole lot of art classes to offer.
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Post by skyfire on Mar 24, 2010 22:14:36 GMT -5
When I pressed him further (and it took about 10 minutes find out what exactly I did wrong) he said that no, the poem did not, in fact, make me feel this way. Sounds like a bitch music appreciation teacher I had back in elementary school. Aladdin was hitting it big in theatres at the time, and so there was a massive rush to incorporate anything and everything from it into the curriculum in the hopes that it'd make us want to learn more. One day, the "appreciation" class involved us closing our eyes and listening to "A Whole New World." The teacher promptly explained that if we did so, we would be able to feel ourselves flying through the air... ...and that if we couldn't, then we were doing something wrong.Suffice to say I'm seriously considering homeschooling any children I may have, even if only to keep them away from assholes like that.
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Post by Whore of Spamylon on Mar 25, 2010 0:28:26 GMT -5
One day, the "appreciation" class involved us closing our eyes and listening to "A Whole New World." The teacher promptly explained that if we did so, we would be able to feel ourselves flying through the air... ...and that if we couldn't, then we were doing something wrong.
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