Passed part II of the mass communication entrance exam. I have to talk to the scary head of the department about my goals and the texts/films I want to focus on as a senior, but I’m one step closer to declaring!
halloween ‘09 as a picnic, note: spoon necklace (and spoon/fork earrings), red checkered top, and ants up my arm. + pig tails and paddock boots.
The Triumph of Death by Pieter Bruegel.
So intricate for the time period. So many figures. The painting may be morbid, but I find it really interesting. It seems more modern.
i'm actually really excited for next semester.
Monday: Video Workshop, History of American Media.
Tuesday: Principals of Microeconomics, Photojournalism!
Wednesday: History of American Media, Film Genre
Thursday: Principals of Microeconomics, Photojournalism, Creative Non-fiction workshop!
NO CLASS ON FRIDAY!
journalism... (?)
As much as I have professed my absolute hatred for print journalism during this semester, I cannot deny — I am good at it. At least the very basics. For some reason, things like AP style guidelines and grammar have always been easy to stick. I cross out my ‘that’s and my passive verbs and I always put the subject before the verb in a citation. No brainer. I have a knack for telling stories. They make obvious patterns to me — jumping from unrelated quotes and facts. I am thinking about doing some freelance work for a tiny journal in Asheville — if not for the extra cash, for the extra weight of experience. I’m almost excited.
The article I wrote based on the interview I did with the head of PR at the Grove Park Inn (and other sources — she turned out to be rather inconsequential) got a 100. That validates the fact that I can present myself as a professional, I can take information from a source of caliber and turn the story into something news-worthy. I was so terrified of that interview, but I ended up getting a tour of the hotel, a chance to see something important about Asheville I’ve never seen before, learn a lot, and get a substantial interview afterward. I’m proud.
