Today I bumped my head on a locker door. Ugh, it still hurts.
Only good thing today was that I didnt have to go to that stupid seminar thing after school since I’m not doing English.
Did well in my last Legal SAC- hopefully the next one is good too. But screwed the GMA test? You betchya.
Sigh.
I hate maths.
Hmm, Calene was talking about plagiarism the other day, annoyed about being accused of “copying” someone’s picture when it’s pretty clear that the pictures are completely different in style, and the whole meaning of the pictures are different.
Having been on both sides of this type of case, I can understand why she’s so upset about it. I’ve been stolen from AND accused of copying/stealing before for the tiniest little similarities (of course, I didn’t do it). Either side you get angry/frustrated- when something is stolen from you; you might get pissed for a while. You get angry that they dare take credit for your hard work- but you feel a tiny, minute bit flattered (of course, this feeling only comes in looking back at this; at the time you’re just outraged). Worse is when they deny it. But you can’t just go around and make huge assumptions when you don’t have much reason to. I mean I think there’d have to be at LEAST 3-4 similarities before it counts as being a copy. Or if you have this one huge, original idea that your whole image surrounds that makes it yours and your concept alone to own and defend.
Anyway the point I was getting to was that while being stolen from feels bad- being accused of something you didn’t do feels worse. It’s probably double the amount of frustration, actually. Because you worked hard to make what ever you did, and just because theres perhaps one similarity between your creation and someone elses, your whole creation is tainted, because someone had a similar idea to you, or it may have just been coincidence. They say you’re guilty with no solid evidence; and, especially when they publish this accusation, you feel like everyone thinks you’re guilty before the trial, when really you have done nothing wrong and they have absolutely no proof.
Thats the problem with art, with creating things. It’s subjective. People interpret and view things differently. Sometimes it’s such an ongoing argument that you need to be the one to and stop arguing first. But you always feel the need to defend yourself; of course you need to get your point out, and backing down would mean you’d have to swallow your pride and deal with having a difference of opinion. The problem with me is, I’d probably choke before swallowing mine.
My name is Meg, some call me Gem, others Megan. I'm an eighteen year old girl from Australia who has a domain addiction and is about to enter the world of University where I hope to not get pummeled by Comm/Law. I have an amazing boyfriend named Bryan who likes to make up words and stuff with me.