Well, back to a class for me that is. Anthony, being the great husband that he is, signed me up for a photography class. I took a very basic one in the fall and while it was nice to get out of the house for a couple hours, I didn't learn anything my manual hadn't already taught me. It was a good experience, with weekly assignments and everything so it kept me on my toes. And taking pictures of things other than my daughters.
That particular class was extremely basic. The first class the professor showed how to turn on the camera. That I knew and didn't even need to read the manual to find out. I don't want to knock it because I'm sure it was beneficial in some way, but I really wanted to learn something new.
Well, I think I'm going to get what I asked for with this class.
I don't really know the correct terminology when it comes to shooting. Pictures, not a gun don't worry. I press a couple buttons, aim, focus and click. And then do it again. And again. The first class was last week and within the first 15 minutes I was in over my head. I needed a dictionary to keep up. And, naturally, not wanting to put myself on the spot, I didn't raise my hand to ask any questions. I just came home and complained to Anthony that it was going to be work. He said, very profoundly, "it is a class, that is the point."
I've had a few days to let that statement sink in and he's right. On this matter anyway. It is a class and there will be work. I will learn something. Seeing how the first class went, I will most likely learn a lot of somethings. I will go each week and not feel overly intimidated by people who obviously already read the photography dictionary. I didn't take the class to learn something I already know anyway.