I was excited about this class as Pablo had mentioned that this was the day we would actually start learning how all the theory could be put into practice.
The class started and I was full of nervous tension. Now it was all going to click into place. We started looking at the Fstops and depth of field and how to measure this.
Then we moved on to shutter speed and exposure and how to take movement shots..time and amount of light relatively as in mathematically and physically. EEK!
Now those who know me, know that I AM CRAP AT MATHS AND SCIENCE. And knowing that part of photography had to do with physics and maths made the world spin out of control for me.
I slumped down in the seat and broke into a cold sweat. I stopped listening and focussed on panicking! Oh God, not numbers, not maths, not physics!
Looking at photos and being told what settings they were taken on is one thing but actually understanding it and DOING THE MATHS is something very different. In theory I could do all these things but then in practice it´s another thing.
So when the theory part of the class and the "practical" part started I thought I was going to die. On the board, Pablo wrote that the Fstop was 11 and the shutter speed was 125 and it was 10 am on a bright autumn morning. I got flash backs to those horrible maths problems in school, you know the ones "if bob has 10 apples and he loses a quarter and then..."
Ok so, relax Fiona it's ok..new mantra. Then on the board, my teacher writes F/16 and says "now class, you have the same conditions, so what should the shutter speed be?" Oh man, I literally was freaking out internally. Inside my head I was screaming "I HAVE NO IDEA!!!!!" And what's worse is that people were being called on at random to answer the questions. I hoped (in vein) that I would just be invisible until this little pop quiz was over. But life isn't exactly fair is it? Finally it was my turn. My question? "If it's on F18 what's your shutter speed?" Ahhh, I was looking frantically over my notes and mumbed "50 something" almost inaudibly, was asked to repeat louder, so I changed my answer and meekly muttered "50". And guess what? I was right! It was the happiest moment in my life! I got a maths problem correct!!! Who's hve thought?
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