One of my favorite teachers got fired today.
I call him a teacher, because he taught me so much! He was not a professor, just the darkroom manager and a drum player for modern dance.
They wont tell the students anything, I understand this but still it bothers me a lot.
With out this man I would never have the courage to do art, and actually do photography. I always thought that I couldn’t do art. No matter what people told me I refused to think art was an option for me. Then I did photography on a whim. I have always been taking photos or doodling comics. It is a passion and a talent of mine, weird to say. But with out him I would not be now going to grad school for photography. and he is gone, one of my main supports, and inspirations. He helped me grow and gave me hope for myself.
I saw people empty out his office today and I could not stop myself from crying. Right there in front of his door as physical plant and a guy from the admissions did a last sweep of his office. I am just confused, upset, and angry.
but thankyou, to this man, for being so much to me this year.
He means so much to this school, and its students. Thank you, John.
