In my school, electives are mandatory just like Spanish class. Yeah, that's what you call private education. Both classes are hosted-sorry, taught- by an Italian guy who loves to tell eccentric stories. Such as:
+a friend shot his leg up
+in Afghanistan, he drank his own pee
+he threatened a prominent newspaper columnist, saying, "if you don't stop writing about me, you're gonna get cooked,"
We never get to do things he plans because he gets carried away with stories. Granted, it's good for test days, not so much in film class. Honestly, it's just sleep time (or it can also be talk-to-my-friends-and-boyfriend-time-where-we-laugh-blush-and-I-get-mad time...if you will) It's not unusual to see me go to detention afterwards, in fact, far from it. Screw the school for making me go since 7:55 it "late." But back to this class. I'm not completely bashing the class, but it's not fun when you're going to watch a movie and the teacher looks back at the time he got high with Bon Jovi (kidding...maybe) select quotes:
+"I want to tell you a story."
+"Long story short..."
Listening to: Out here-pendulum
Watching: Dexter, unwillingly