Assignment Write-Up for 2/22

Last week's assignment was a little daunting. I don't think I'm alone in being unused to working on a single assignment for six hours straight, but that gets punctuated when you have to be out in the cold for six hours straight while having to wait your turn for a majority of the time. Luckily, I brought my notepad to do a couple of thumbnails in. There are a lot of aspects of the location we plan to shoot on that are just beautiful compositionally; consequently, I wasn't sure how to scale the thumbnails. Being tiny sketches, and my being averse to omitting detail, I only knocked out three on location, but I'm going to try to fill the rest of the page in with memory sketches. Of course, I didn't think to bring my little outdated digital camera, but fortunately, Aminah had her nice camera with her; she took some location photos on her own when we were downtown. As fate would have it, we realized, after we had gotten to the other location (which is indoors) and after it was dark out, that we had had the wrong Kelvin set the whole time--couldn't tell when we were shooting, looked good enough onscreen. As a result, by the suggestion of Rah, we did another set of shots at the school on Monday, with the correct white balance, to show that we understood the material and our mistake. Putting the camera together still isn't second nature either. As of yet, none of us has had opportunity to sit down and play with it a couple of hours, but it's hard to do that as a group anyway. Woe unto me that besides not being given a chance to really put parts of the camera together, because of a strong anxiety about the equipment amongst my group members, I further diminished my own credibility by narrowly escaping an accident on Monday when I didn't speak up loud enough to get assistance adjusting the tripod. It scared all of us, and by reflexive action, I protected the camera (or I did my best to). Everything was okay, but my group members were so shaken by that, and I was already discontent that day, that I took everything to personally again and completed my own humiliation by giving in to a petty emotional response. I'm still ashamed of it; and since that immature reaction was preceded by my failure to exhibit extreme caution and trust of others, my credibility is probably utterly ruined, I'll probably be brushed off more, and I'm sure I won't be trusted to do any equipment handling, even the most minor of tasks, until I get in another group later this semester--assuming that I succeed in redeeming myself and proving my competence.