Fictional character and self-evaluation

Brandon Morris

Giselle Yang

Word Count: 827

Final Draft

Woodrow Jacques

 

Woodrow’s decision

It was a Sunday afternoon in New York City. After a long night of binge watching horror classics, Woodrow awoke to the sound of ending credits music from The Shining. He then proceeded to extend all four limbs as if he was a rubber band being stretched out. The distinct sound of bones cracking echoed through his bedroom. Woodrow pulled the covers off of his body and planted both feet on the hardwood floor. The floor was cold, almost unbearable to walk on. With each step the floor would creak, it took exactly 14 steps that proceeded with an eerie creak before he made it to the bathroom. The daily routine consisted of looking in the mirror, accepting the fact that he was balding, brushing his teeth, and then taking a shower. He grabbed his laptop, school books, two packets of poptarts, and put them all in his black SVA tote bag. He threw on his shearling coat and headed out the door. The air was brisk and the smell of pine from the gift shop next door lingered in the air. Woodrow grabbed his bike off the bike rack that was reminiscent of Bill’s bike from Stephen King’s IT. The ride from his apartment in Chelsea to SVA was a straight shot down 23rd street. If he made most of the street lights it would take him 8 minutes to get there, but queerly enough he made all of them. He had time to spare before his film class started. He pulled out a pack of Marlboro reds from his coat pocket and a purple bic lighter. Woodrow picked up the habit of smoking from living in Paris. He would try not to do it, but the pull from the cigarette and the taste of tobacco reminded him of home. He flicked off the cigarette ash onto the ground carefully, making sure not to get any on his Saint Laurent boots. Once he was done, he disposed of the cigarette below him and walked into the building. He entered the classroom, greeted his teacher that would always glance at Woodrow’s receding hairline before making eye contact, and sat down. Woodrow always knew that he wanted to go to school for film, but he always felt like something was missing.  Even though he was in his 4th year at SVA, he still questioned if this was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life.

 

Woodrow does not particularly like school, he finds the formalities like attendance and grading unreasonable, as he believes when people turn 18 years old, they are free to do whatever they wish and they should not confirm to simply a letter grade. To put it simply, Woodrow hates institution when he is being at the bottom, at the same time, one of his biggest inspiration in life is to manage others. The decision of continuing with higher education was a shock to everybody who knew him, even his parents—after high school graduation, Pierre was ready to use his connection to introduce him a decent paying front desk job at a dentist office in the city, so he can work something non-demanding while dedicating the rest of the time to experiment with filmmaking.

 

“Since you are late, you might as well walk quietly so noise of your Saint Laurents won’t disturb the class.” the woman fixed her eyes on Woodrow as he gallops into the half empty classroom. Don’t get her wrong, she likes all of her students, but she has a particular preference for him because she has always been a big fan of Pierre Woodrow’s re-imagined leather jacket.

 

“I do apologize, Ms. Oakley, but you know I am the biggest fan if your class.” He put on a mischievous smirk, he almost felt bad for being 20 minutes late to a film class as a senior, after 4 years, he had earned the right to be late.

 

The professor resumed: “You guys are in for a treat today, we are going to watch a great film. For your information, if you are not comfortable with depiction of straight sexual activities, it’s ok for you to leave now.” The whole class chuckled. Woodrow was about to get into a comfortable position to doze off as he thought it will be another cheesy Hollywood Romance like the Titanic.

 

It was Boogie Nights! The glamour infused with self-deprecating humor begins at the first second, it showed an era of uncertainty and transition in the porn industry, as videotaping surpasses theater and the dawn of the 1980s, which had changed the lives of a number of actors and producers in California. Woodrow felt empowered and encouraged, as Boogie Nights demonstrated an alternative way of filmmaking through a funny, unconventional storyline. Despite the resistance and possible discrimination he will face as a black person in Hollywood, he is now more confident in his decision to continue it.

 

Self-Evaluation

How did your experiences in Studio and Seminar inform each other throughout the process of writing and making Bridge 2?

Writing our character for seminar helped us in studio. The fact that we could make up a character and bring something physical into existence was really cool.

What did you discover about your work and yourself through this particular collaboration?

I discovered that when I’m dedicated and working on a project I want it to be different than everyone else’s in the class. Most if not all of the students in the class used paper for their project. My partner and I took it in a different direction and screen printed our drawings on a jacket. I also learned that it is challenging to write a paper with another person involved. You have to sacrifice a few things and listen to your partner’s ideas to make a successful piece of writing.

What was your intention for the final story, and how do you feel you conveyed that intention? Do you feel collaboration required you to compromise on your intention? Do you feel collaboration enhanced your intention?

My Intention for the final story was to create a story of Woodrow just starting out. I think it’s interesting to see a famous person a step away from crossing into fame and I wanted to demonstrate that. I feel like if we had more time we could have conveyed that intention even further. Collaborations absolutely required me to compromise my intention. The story didn’t end as I would have liked because my partner and I decided to split it up by beginning and end. Since we decided to split up the writing that way the story didn’t end in the way that I intended.

What risks did you take in this project? What risks did you decide against taking? Why?

A risk I took in this project was deciding to create a story on something so broad. Becoming famous is a very broad subject so it was kind of hard to condense it into one story, before the fame. I decided to not take any big risks I wanted to play it safe since it is a collaborative story. Throwing in unsafe elements and experimenting might have made it too confusing for both of us.

From this point onward, how would you like to improve as a collaborator?

If my partner and I tackled the writing in a different way I feel like that’s how I could improve. Maybe we both can have full control of what to write for the whole story, not just splitting the story in half. I would like to be more clear as a collaborator.

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