Wow. I just found my plea to Mr. Curtis in high school to let me into Photo II. For those of us who wanted to be in the class, we had to turn in an extremely polished mounted and matted print of one of our best pieces in 5x7 and write an essay on the back. I chose the b-shot picture of my brother in bed with a fairy of light over him ... sadly he is wearing his football jersey, but whatever.
Here is my prize essay, which is surely found poetry many years later:
I think I would contribute insight and inspiration as well as complimenting the overall attitude and environment. My effort in the darkroom and classroom has really started to show in my work. With a photo II class, I could really improve my view of the world, my work, and myself and really give me a great experience. Those "mean people who make poor prints" simply don't have that appreciation for others or themselves. My response to them would be "bitches, no" but I think I have to make it appropriate. I'm too nice of a guy to say anything mean, even if they're mean and a lot of the times I give constructive advice on their prints. "Great shot, try this to make it better." Anyway, running out of room, so, it would suck to aid for you and not be in photo II, but hey there is always suicide. ;-) (wink) Just kidding, I was just exercising my right to be funny. John Hanauer.
Wow. What a little shit I was. Why did Curtis let me in?
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