The benighted moulage experience*

Earlier this month I signed up for a moulage/sloper drafting class at a local quilt shop. I’ve always wanted a personalized sloper designed to my measurements, but I’d never gotten around to drafting one on my own. I attended the first class meeting before my sciatica interruptus put me flat on my back for a week and kept me from the next class. I decided to opt out of attending the remainder. This was made easier by the fact that the class I had gone to had been painfully slow and rather frustrating to me, and that I’ve never felt at home at that store, which is one of those places where they’re all quilting fanatics who not-so-subtly look down on garment sewers (I’m not mentioning the store name, because I think someone who’s less mental than I probably wouldn’t even notice most of this stuff, and as my grandmother used to say, bless their hearts, they mean well.)
This always seems to happen to me when I take sewing classes. I’ve tried a few crafty classes through my local parks & rec, and one class at Canada College – which has a truly admirable slate of fashion design classes and is basically in my backyard; it should be my nirvana, except I hated the experience of the one class I took and haven’t tried it again since. I always feel like the classes move too slowly and are too pedantic and repetitive. (Canada has to cater to both hobby sewers and folks who are getting their degrees and want to work in the fashion industry, which is a tall order, so I don’t fault them at all.)
I think it has to do with the way I approach learning new things. I like to do my research, and learn how things work before I try them. Then I sign up for a beginner level class to confirm my research, and then I’m frustrated and bored. Despite having never made my own moulage, I already knew 75% of what the moulage instructor was saying, because I’d already read about it. Knowing and doing aren’t the same thing, certainly, but when it’s a hobby, why pay to listen to someone tell you something you already know?
The good thing is that now I’ve got the book on which the class was based (Suzy Furrer’s Building Patterns: The Architecture of Women’s Clothing) and there’s no reason why I can’t finish the moulage on my own. Unfortunately, I was counting on the class to motivate me to finish asap. Anyone want to come to my house and stand over me until I’m done?
*Good band name, y/y?