Film School 101

Film School is nuts.

Here at Chapman, Dodge is our Film School, and it reigns supreme.  Seriously, if you tell someone you are in Dodge, it actually impresses them.  It’s like they think you might actually do something exciting with your life.

(We are the 7th best film school I think don’t quote me)

I personally, love Dodge.  It’s like a very odd family.

There are the Disney lovers, the Film Noir lovers, the drama kids and the comedy kids.  The film production kids are just way too good at the whole camera and shooting thing and make everyone else look bad, the TV kids (dats me) imagine laugh tracks at their jokes in their heads, the film studies kids want to do something with film, but have no clue what, the screenwriters cry over their Final Drafts, and the screen actors are really pretty.

And the professors are just as off beat(t) and funky as their students.  I have a 70 year old professor who doesn’t wear bras, a professor who eats kale casually in class, and a professor that told me he knew where they didn’t check ids (not in a creepy way I promise).  So yeah, fancy free at Dodge it seems.

So what is Film School like?

I don’t 100% know yet.  But I’m excited to see.

In my 2 months of being here though, I’m amazed by the learning that goes on, and the talent of the teachers and students.  We start working with our hands on day one.  I’ve written 8 script so far in one class and produced 6 short films in another.  We are encouraged to experiment, to takes risks, and to work with each other.  Everyday I meet someone more talented that me, and it’s a wake up call.  A constant reminder to work hard and dedicate myself to my  craft.

Film school is always something new and exciting.  It’s people walking the halls in fake blood, camera drones flying over the dorms, and finding people asleep in editing suites.  It’s outrageous, courageous, exciting, and chaotic .

Until next time,



Home is a Squished Dorm

Hello again,

I moved into my dorm in August.   Let me rephrase that: I moved into my hot, California, dorm room on the most humid day of the year.

Here is a schedule of events for me moving in: 1) I left my parents to park and raced to my room to get a good spot. 2) I started sweating after one of three sets of stairs leading to my dorm. 3) I stared in shock as Aubrey Plaza walked calmly out of my floor past me and kinda smiled at me and kinda looked like she could kill me, and I remained stoic per usual. 3) I called my parents and told them I’d just seen Aubrey Plaza (stoic, I know). 4) I finally got to the room.

The rest is per usual.  I met my awesome roommates, watched the dads take moving furniture into their own hands, and tried to fall in love with my new home.

It was intimidating;  moving into a new space with girls I’d never met and lofted beds (I’ve only fallen off once).  It was new, and it definitely wasn’t home.

But here’s the good news…

After a couple of weeks, and one night of someone puking in the bathroom, you begin to love your roommates like a family.  And you stop thinking your bed is going to break or you are going to roll off and die.  Soon, your walls will be covered with pictures of the people from home, a F.R.I.E.N.D.S poster, and some feminist sayings- or maybe that’s just me.

Room 301 is not home to me.  But that’s okay.  It’s like the beach house I wish I could afford, except it’s small, cramped, and with limited closet space.   But I like it just fine.  I’m okay with washing my dishes in the bathroom sink and putting my headphones in when I Skype or listen to music.

301 is a pretty cool place.




Hello all, or no one…

Well if there is someone there, hello!

I’m pleased to see you have come upon this little new blog by accident. Please, stay, have a seat, would you like a redbull? It’s all I have in my pre-approved fridge.

I’ll introduce myself.  I’m Cayla (class: Hi Cayla), and I am a Freshman at Chapman University in CA.  I’m majoring in Television Writing and Production (twp) and minoring in Women Studies.  Because TV is cool and women are badass.

More about me… I’m from good ol’ Oregon – pronounced Or-ee-gone by my East Coasters- and miss it terribly.  I’m a writer, a dancer, an actor, a reader,  a F.R.I.E.N.D.S enthusiast, a feminist, and a lover of cheap wine (kidding mom).

This blog is a place for me to talk about shit.  Real shit, scary shit, and stupid shit, because someone needs to.

Okay, first post done!

See ya soon:)