The first class was okay, very informal. The instructor mainly talked about herself and all her previous photography jobs - photojournalist, wedding, medical, how she's crazy and bold, blah, blah, blah, blah. I tend to be weary of immodest people.
The class was small, only 9 students, and unfortunately I was the only one who knew anything about photography in terms of the basics technicalities. These two little old ladies didn't even know how to use their digital point and shoots, bless their hearts.
About halfway into the class, after some students got to introduce themselves, on a whim the instructor made everyone go outside to take pictures of the moon. WTH? Night photography? Moon pictures? During the very first class? I took several pictures and then went to go talk to one of the old ladies. I asked her if she got any pictures and she said that she did but didn't know how to review it. I fiddled with her camera and showed her how to review her pictures. There were no pictures! Poor little thing. So I showed her how to set her camera to go back to picture-taking mode. And then I showed her how she had to push the button down half-way to focus, and then all the way down to take the picture. Meanwhile, our instructor was going around telling everyone to bump up their ISO. Again, I was annoyed. These folks had trouble just taking a picture with their cameras. How were they supposed to know what ISO is, or better yet, how to bump it up in their cameras?
When we got back into the classroom, the instructor gave a 5 minute speech on apertures, shutter speed and depth of field. She didn't mention how they were related, nor did she include ISO in the equation. She basically drew different sized circles on the board and wrote the f stops in them. I wanted to grab the marker from her hand and explain it all to the class myself. Maybe the next class will be better.
Oh, and during the class I saw one man blow into the front of his lens and then wipe it with his tee shirt. I wanted to yell, "NOOOOOOO!!!!" But I didn't have my cleaning stuff to offer him, nor was I sure if it was my place.