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13 March 2006 @ 05:42 pm
Urge... to kill... RISING...  
Teaching today was very, very aggravating. Usually the case when I teach Photoshop. I'm always so excited about teaching it at first, because it's a really cool class where you learn a lot about graphics programs and image manipulation. And, because it's not a basic piece of software, I can expect my students to be on the ball about your usual Windows operations. Which, 90% of the rest of the time I teach, I can't expect at all.

But, invariably, my hopes for a smooth, fun class are utterly crushed. This is because I tend to get two types of students in Photoshop. The first type doesn't know how the fuck to operate a computer, much less perform complex operations in Photoshop, and I honestly have no clue how they get it in their heads to try to pick up this program before they've mastered the delicate nuances of something like Notepad. Today's winnar, in particular, didn't know how to save a file, and didn't understand how you could have two files open in Photoshop simultaneously ("If I open this one, won't it close the other one?").

The second type of student comes to class with a friend. This, on its own, isn't a problem. It becomes a problem when they want to chatter with said friend all fucking day, right over what I'm saying. Aside from the obvious rudeness inherent therein, normal operations in Photoshop require a lot of steps executed in a precise order. Invariably, with any operation I demonstrate, I have to repeat said operation at least twice because one of these geniuses misses what I say the first time around.

So, instead of being able to show people Steps 1-X of a feature and then be like, "How cool is this?! Let's look at something else that's cool!", the process of teaching goes more like this:

1) Start explaining Step 1 (while other people are chattering). They don't shut up no matter how high I raise my voice, so fuck it, I keep going.
2) One of the Chatty Kathys misses what I say. Repeat explanation of Step 1 (while other other people decide they don't know how to STFU).
3) No "huh?"s or "Could you repeat that?"s. Cruelly deluded into thinking Step 1 was understood, launch into explanations of Steps 2-X.
4) In the midst of Step 4, someone asks me to repeat Step 2.
5) The winnar wants to know why he can't do something I showed how to do much earlier in the day. Walk over to his computer and show it to him FOR THE EIGHTH GODDAMN TIME.
6) Someone else has a problem operating their mouse, or some other bullshit like that.
7) Try to go back and get through to Step X, then recap all the steps in between because by now, the people who'd been paying attention the whole time were probably duped by all the interruptions into thinking it's a much more complicated process than it really is.

And this cycle repeats. ALL. DAY. LONG.

This is why, when teaching Photoshop, I find myself wanting to light someone on fire every hour on the hour. Teaching much more rudimentary courses, like Excel or Word, don't usually elicit this response because you go in expecting those people to be idiots. But people learning Photoshop are supposed to be above this crap! GARRRGH!

At any rate, there was a positive in all this in that I came home and blew off some steam in the form of shadowboxing and an assload of situps. I really need to get back into an exercise regimen. I need the stress release now more than ever, and I certainly wouldn't mind regaining the kind of muscle I had back in my martial arts days.
Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
Current Music: Tonari no Totoro soundtrack
Ellieellie on March 13th, 2006 11:48 pm (UTC)
Just remember to breathe. And imagine them in funny dire situations!
Miusheri: caffeine - by mindmyonkmiusheri on March 15th, 2006 12:52 pm (UTC)
*hugs* We need to chat tonight! I miss talking to you. Doable? =)
Ellieellie on March 15th, 2006 01:55 pm (UTC)
Alas! I was out to dinner with my sister and her friends, didn't get home until late. Tonight I am picking a friend up from the train station and getting home late too. I will be on, just no idea when. Thursday night most definately will I be online at a reasonable hour. :)
Miusherimiusheri on March 15th, 2006 03:14 pm (UTC)
Awesome, good to know! And I'll try to figure out what to do in ljsim by lunch, hehe- Remy's kinda on hiatus (though, you're the cap'n, so if you want to make captainy decisions, go for it! ^_^)

Goren and Burhans are so fun though, lol!
Ellieellie on March 15th, 2006 03:31 pm (UTC)
Hrm... I will try myself.

I heart those too.
Ellieellie on March 15th, 2006 05:17 pm (UTC)
Why's Remy on hiatus? Everything okay?

And um... I posted something for some fun plottage...
Miusherimiusheri on March 15th, 2006 05:18 pm (UTC)
Everything's fine! He's just on a creative slump, not sure what to do next.

Oooooh! =D ::runs and goes and checks::
Purrsia Kat: gahpurrsia on March 14th, 2006 12:09 am (UTC)
You are a saint. I'm pretty sure I *would* have lit someone on fire >.<


Miusheri: gotevil?miusheri on March 14th, 2006 01:21 am (UTC)
*hugs* It helps that there aren't any combustible materials in the classroom, lol! ;)
demoncaller on March 14th, 2006 05:50 pm (UTC)
How much to Photoshop classes cost over at New Horizons? I have my A.A.S. in Graphic Design, but it's been about 9 years since I touched a graphics program, for varying reasons. it might be easie to relearn it via NH than re-taking the classes in college...
Miusherimiusheri on March 14th, 2006 05:54 pm (UTC)
I don't honestly know- they purposely don't tell the instructors anything about the financials of a class, heh- but I can definitely find out for you! =)

And heck, if you're good at self-learning, I could always just get you copies of the books we teach out of here. That wouldn't cost you anything ^_^
pine_island on March 15th, 2006 05:16 am (UTC)
You need a BitchStick(tm).

*hands one over* O==============================O

Very handy for whacking people that piss you off. ^_^
Miusheri: gotevil?miusheri on March 15th, 2006 12:54 pm (UTC)
Eee, yay! Heh, I seriously need to start walking into class with a big fucking stick or a baseball bat or something. I wouldn't say anything about it, I wouldn't draw any special attention to it; I'd just walk in and place it underneath the whiteboard. 'Nuff said.

At least today, I'm teaching in the medical classroom. There's a skeleton standing in the corner. I tell my class that he's my "problem student."