There’s lots of different ways to learn things. There’s lots of different ways to teach things. There’s lots of different ways to do things. The more ways that one knows the better. But there is one way to act towards each other and that is with respect. Unfortunately some instructors, design aside, are just shit people. For whatever reason they think their way of doing things is superior to others. Maybe they don’t think that, but they come off that way. And because of this, the level of quality of design instruction is extremely poor where I come from.
I chose to go to design school because I thought I would learn about the world through design. I consider myself to be rational and open-minded and willing to try new things provided people teaching me new things treat me as if I am an intelligent college student and not some punk kid from off the street that isn’t aware of subtle differences in key commands when switching from mac to pc platforms.
Unfortunately, some of the most intrinsically asinine people I have had to deal with so far are my instructors. Frankly I don’t give a shit how much experience they claim to have nor do I care about their political views their religious views or how many children they have. Why they feel the need to bring these things into the classroom and parade them around and subtly push them on me as if I’m some impressionable frat-party-going toolbag poser designers who listen to half-ass bands that support “To Write Love On Her Arms” and cry themselves to sleep at night because someone in critique was honest enough to say that their work was weak and that they should emotionally detach themselves from type and colors and grow a pair because type and colors are nothing but tools that are to be manipulated however the designer feels necessary is beyond me.
But these asshole professionals exist and they have fucked with me for the last time. They have caused me so much stress and grief that I’m at the point in my design education where I feel as if I need to start fighting fire with fire. I don’t try to be a pessimistic person overall, but it’s so hard to wait for these lackadaisical indecisive inauthentic individual design peers of mind fumble with their words in critiques or not speak up at all because they lack the motivation to overcome their own fears in their personal lives to bring something worth talking about for more than ten seconds in a class time. Seriously. I don’t know if it’s something in the water that these mouth breathing moron designer wanna-bees are drinking, but silence is turning into agony in critiques and poor quality prototyping is going to be the death of me.
And if Kent State University is so blind that they feel as if they can trust these idiot post-emo fags to tell the truth about how their instructors are in the class room then I think we need to bring in Rob Halford to whip their asses and remind them that they have “another thing comin.’”
Do they seriously expect me to feel as if I’m getting my money’s worth out of my education when 90% of class time is spent going over how Dreamweaver tool bars work and what buttons do and how to drag things like a fucking chimpanzee when they know that Adobe is going to come out with like three new versions of Creative Sweet in like the next 3 months and everything will be in different places?
What about our amazing department head who has a head so far up the ass of one professor with any credibility that we must add “Professor” when said credible professor is brought up in a conversation that said credible professor isn’t even present at?
The bottom line is this isn’t a problem with the curriculum or a lack of understand of design it’s a problem with the individual monkies that run the joint. Death by Design is now something that Maddox should be proud of and it’s all because of coward adults and fake-ass college students who need to put up or shut up. These twats and taint-lickers aren’t even worth my time. All I’ve ever wanted from school is a degree that says I know how to do something and to learn a set of skills that are practical and will help me in the working world. Save the enlightening moments for smoking blunts on the beach with a copy of Walden and shut the fuck up all of you. Sorry dear readers (not that there are any of you), but DxD is now officially keeping it real. Deal with it.
