I thought I’d leave my blog of the first lecture till last
giving myself the opportunity to make a poetic, wistful retrospective on my
experiences of JOUR1111 up until this point but with an hour and a half till
submission, an atrocious sleeping pattern and a general lack of wistfulness such
grand plans are going to go hopelessly unfulfilled.
Journalism was my first lecture at university and looking
back over the slides is making me quickly realise that even from the start I wasn’t
paying as much attention as I probably should have as I don’t remember this
lecture at all.
Considering I have a blog to fill and not a lot to talk
about in relation to the lecture I might take this as an opportunity to talk
about why I decided to study Journalism at university. Daria, the hero of the
sardonic teen, once said, “My goal is not to wake up at age 40 with the bitter
realisation that I have wasted my life on a job I hate.” I realised that I
liked writing but more than that I wanted something that would keep changing,
something that wouldn’t leave me stuck in a room running the same equations
over and over again. I don’t care for changing the world or disillusioning the
masses. Not for sneaking or snooping nor challenging the system. I just want to
watch the world and say what I see and most of all score some free concert
tickets.
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