I am taking 18 hours this semester: 6 classes: 2 journalism classes and 4 electives. I have rarely got to write so far, not even for my journalism classes that each consists of 4 hours of writing lab.
In one class, I’ve been learning to copy edit. Professor Rusty continues to be the most, if not the only, attractive man in his 60s. But the absence of reporting and streams of re-writing and heding (not heading; I know I sound so journalisticly hip) have been slowly inspiring me to come up with ways to skip laps and only attend lectures. (I’ll take any suggestion) The other one, Fundamentals of Multimedia Journalism, sounded a lot cooler on the syllabus, to put it mildly and to protect my grade if my tech-savvy professor ever decides to ambush on her students’ blogs.
In short, not reporting/writing has been sapping the fun out of my school life. Then here comes a project where me and my partner (the lovely ms. Min) need to put an audio-slide show. I have done partial of the interview and now I need to work on writing a script/narration. And boy, just the thought of story-telling excites me so much that I’m writing a blog entry on it.
In a moment like this, I am so grateful that I have a passion and I am actually majoring in my passion. But evidently comes the “What if”s; what if my passion does not engender a concrete result a.k.a. a job? what if my writing does not improve? what if the magazine industry really goes obsolete in the next 3 years? what if Jesus comes before I get to work for TIME? Just kidding about the last one…. maybe.
Bah. Oh wells.
I’m just happy right now that I can stray away from the world and tell a story. WEE :D