When I was still in high school, I was in a graphic design class at my local technical learning center. For a class assignment, we were asked to design a logo for a play one of the local high-schools was having. This logo was going to be used for the posters, buttons and the t-shirts of the stagehands. This was an exciting prospect for us because we were not only going to be graded for our designs, but the school was going to monetarily compensate the winner.
After a week’s worth of work, the drama teacher leading the play’s production came in to choose the design. She narrowed over a dozen choices down to three: mine and two others. She told us that she would decide by that Friday whose design to use. Friday came and we got radio silence; same thing with the Monday and Tuesday afterwards. It wasn’t until the Wednesday after that she came in, and she told us she couldn’t decide between them so she was going to use all three.
At first we were ecstatic as we thought that the designs were going to be used separately between the posters, shirts and buttons. When we asked which design was going to be used for what, she gave us a weird look as if we were speaking in tongues and then explained to us that she wanted our designs put together into a singular logo.
The three of us and our teacher tried explaining to the drama teacher that we couldn’t do that since it would cut into our class time and that it went against our agreement. She didn’t want to hear any of it and told us to mashup our designs or none of the designs were going to be used and no payment would be given.
So we took another couple days during class in an attempt to put our designs together as best as we could. The drama teacher came back in to see what we made and hated the result even more than we did, even making a verbal list of what was wrong with it. We told her this was what she wanted and that we cannot waste any more time trying to adjust the logo because it was interfering with our curriculum. Again, she didn’t want to hear about it and told us to send her the PSD files and she’ll do it herself on one of the high school’s art class computers.
Since we were sick of her, we loaded one of the many spare 1 GB thumb drives the technical center had with all three of our raw design files and gave it to her, sending her on her way and facetiously wishing her luck. The next week we were shown the janky logo she made with our designs, and it looked even worse than our attempt at putting them together. Despite how pissed we were about the entire ordeal, we decided to move on from it. Needless to say, we were never paid for usage of our designs like the high school promised, and the technical learning center never made any arrangements like this with that school again.