So, for my Media Production class this morning, we were supposed to have prepared a pitch for a short narrative film. The two best would be chosen by the class and produced. Whoever's pitch got chosen would be the director. So, I procrastinated all weekend. And last night after I drove home from Kalamazoo I was dead tired. It was only 10pm, but it was really 11pm due to daylight savings. I couldn't keep my eyes open, much less write a pitch. So I went to bed.
So this morning, I find myself driving to school at 7:45am trying to come up with a pitch. Finally, I scrape one together in my mind scribble it down once I get to class, and hand it in.
I am convinced that this horrible behavior was my subconscious way of saying that I do not want to be a director. I'm not a visionary; I'm a detail person. I am a producer.
But the stupid thing got picked! Agh!
I mean, yeah, cool. People liked my idea. That feels nice.
but man, this is going to be one hectic finals time.
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What was the pitch??
it's about the unrequited love felt by a copy machine towards a woman in his office.
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