last hugo video

Having an 8 am class to most would be a complete drag, and on a Friday even more. But once the word “field trip,” was said my mindset went from “here goes another 8 am” to “well this might be fun.” Then our teachers decided to do the most horrendous thing any teacher can do, which is making us actually have to talk to people, not just for one project or one assignment for the ENTIRE class. Literally one of the worst things a teacher can do. But after a week my group started growing closer and closer, we began joking around with each other as if we had known each other for years. My group made each field trip enjoyable from the bus rides; to walking around Galveston I couldn’t have asked for a better group to be a part of. Walking around to what seemed to be a ghost town of Galveston, we admired the architecture of the buildings, id never been to that part of Galveston before so seeing all the little bars and pubs was a surprise to me, I thought to myself at night these streets must be packed and full of excitement. But at the moment the streets were just filled with college kids, two crazy teachers, and fog lots and lots of fog. There was so much fog I could see it rolling in from the water; it made it look like a horror movie. As we continued to tour the streets we passed by little shops here and there and finally made it to a coffee shop with two guys standing behind the counter, they probably thought greaaaaat we have to cater to this huge group of kids. But at least the coffee was good, while we enjoyed our warm cups of Joe my group sat and talked and just enjoyed each other’s company one last time on our final field trip. On the bus ride home I just thought of all the trips and all the laughs we had with each other, no fighting, and no arguing we all just enjoyed each other’s company, plus we were laughing so much we didn’t have time to argue.

Juan Silva Film Final

Final Vid by Jakeline Arceo

I was excited to take this class because I have heard many good things about it. On the first day of class I was very disappointed that we have to get in groups.. I thought to myself “Ugh, why do I have to talk to people?” Little did I know that my group members would be so fun to be around and I ended up having a blast with them! Each trip was interesting and I actually looked forward to going to class every Friday despite being late pretty much every class, oops. But it’s ok because I still made it and I was taught that it’s better late than never. I’m glad I took this class; I learned to appreciate different forms of art. 

     Before I would think of art to consist of paintings or drawings, now anything made with passion and hard-work can be seen as an art piece. My favorite trip from the semester was going to Flower Man’s house and seeing all the colorful little houses or whatever they were. There was a lot of beautiful and amazing things done by people who aren’t known. For example, on the street art field trip, literally anyone could show up and paint what they wanted. It’s a shame that they worked so hard, however no one knows who they are. 

     Through humid, foggy and even rainy days, this class made my Fridays more exciting despite the bipolar Texas weather.