As I sat down in the Axxin Library on Monday, I found myself twitching with anxiousness, nervous about the assignment at hand. That day our teacher had given us the strange assignment of stalking some one throughout our classtime there. There were many things I was nervous about, what if the person realizes I'm watching them? What if people see me staring and writing and know what I'm up to? Stalking is illegal, afterall. However, as I began the assignment I realized, much to my dismay, that stalking wasn't very difficult at all, it's just a little creepy.
My first order of business was finding myself an attractive object of focus, one which I wouldn't mind staring at for an hour, and began my work. I studied his every move, every flip of the hair or hand gesture was noted, I became completely dedicated to my work. All was going well, until my subject left, and I was left with only a memory to complete my observations with.
After the completion of the assignment, I found it to be enjoyable and insightful, but it still resonated a feeling of creepiness in me. I couldn't help but feel wierd over the fact that I studied some one for nearly an hour and recorded their every move, unbeknownst to them. Despite the slight tang of guilt over my first stalking experience, it helped me to learn to better study my subjects before writing. To make my characters more complete and human like, by studying the everyday activities of an average human step by step, and while it was very informative, I doubt I'll be compelled to try stalking again.
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