“Biola is just a little part of my experience now,” says Senior Film Major Diamond Glaze.

“I’m having to tend to so many other things college students don’t have to.”

It’s true, Diamond has a lot on her plate. In the past two years she got married, left Biola, had a baby, returned, and jumped right back into classes. She’s a wife, a mother, a Resident Coordinator, and storyteller. She writes screenplays, and like many creatives, she’s found pursuing her passion difficult with such weighty responsibilities, especially at Biola.

“My experience with my screenwriting program has been an emotional journey for me,” she says.

Her journey was emotional because trying to fit into a new group of people is difficult. Upon coming to Biola she started picking up on what was “in” with film majors. Actors, directors, movies- she started learning all the right ones. She also began to realize that most of what was “in” was also . As a black woman, there were directors and actors of color that she adored, yet very few people seemed to know of them.

Fitting in

It wasn’t just Hollywood trivia she needed to know, but also how to write a good script. Diamond started writing the most intuitive way she knew: she put all her focus into crafting interesting characters. But her stories weren’t fitting in either.

Her professors suggested more story structure. The problem was, when her stories fit neatly into every beat a screenplay should have, they felt dead. Her professors loved her work, but she didn’t. It felt inauthentic, and devoid of creativity.

“I was like, I guess I could do this to get the bills paid!”

She ended up in a group of friends who all felt like outcasts in the film program; misunderstood and frustrated with the status quo. They felt like a safety net in the midst of unfamiliar territory.

But even so, there was still a crippling fear of inadequacy. Her difficulties in the program stemmed from this fear.

“I was just so scared, because it’s like, ‘what do I have to offer?’”

With no idea how her experiences and perspective could translate into original work, the rigid rules and the fear of failure were a hang up she couldn’t shake.

“It did become lonely because I didn’t put myself out there. Now I have a kid, and I’m married, and you start to get a sense of what you want. And I wanna put myself out there.”

Diamond found some direction when she took a Creative Writing class with Professor Buchanan. Three times per semester she was required to submit a short story that everyone would read and critique. Her first read like a screenplay: it was structurally correct, but it didn’t sound like her.

Buchanan, or Buck as students like to call him, encouraged her to let go of the structure she had learned and just write a story.

So she decided