Journalism is the first rough draft of history-
Phillip
Graham
I made it. 1 week down, only 12 to go. As a first year
student I have already learnt valuable life lessons and have decided, after
discussing the lecture, I’ll share my little ‘note to self’ moments.
My review of last week mainly consisted of me retelling my
inability to find a building let alone sit down. However this week involved jelly
beans and therefore JOUR1111 may in fact be my favourite course.
A
little fact about myself, I.love.jelly beans. What’s not to love about
multi-coloured, bean shaped pods of pure sugar? Nothing, except if you eat the
black ones, they are like the kooky second cousin that no one talks about. The
best thing about them however, they are oh-so cheap. This is an analogy that Dr.
Redman used when comparing jelly beans to newspapers. Like jelly beans,
newspapers are cheap, everywhere and serve their purpose. After receiving a
sample of jelly beans, he went on to talk about entitlement and how we felt
entitled to receive our news for free, just like we had received our sample of jelly
beans for free. When he proceeded to take our entitlement back you could see
the shear disappointment and anger welling up in the eyes of the students.
Message received. Rupert Murdoch taking our free news away will really annoy a
LOT of people. I feel, on an academic note, it was an excellent way to remember
the information and stimulate the feeling that you’ll get if you are a reader
of the ‘Herald Sun’, the first Australian newspaper about to go behind a pay
wall. On a poor uni student note, I got free jelly beans.
You wonder why we hate you.
Ok, so now you’re all up to date in regards to the lectures,
now to enlighten you on some interesting findings about uni life.
‘Note to self’:
1. The parking sucks. I live in Ipswich (shameful I
know), so it takes me a solid 2hrs to get here if the traffic breaks the speed
record of 4 km/hr #firstworldproblems. When I got on campus, being a naive first
year and all, I was under the false pretence that there would be hundreds of car parks lining the streets
of knowledge. I was hilariously wrong. After parking 2 km away in what I’m pretty
sure was a disabled car park, I arrived to my media studies lecture fashionably
late and smelling like a homeless alley cat. Yay for naivety and no deodorant!
2. The food will kill me. This is by no means a jab
at the quality of the food but the price, something that will slowly eat away
at my summer job savings. (See what I did there, food... eat away at.... never
mind) After attending O-week and spending copious amounts of money on Boost and
Subway, I decided I would start eating the refec sandwiches, no complaints
there. After a very short while however I realised that even this expense was
eating away at my budget. So here I am, the end of the week 2, eating grapes I
brought from home because it appears to be the only food that requires no
preparation time.Who
knows, by then end of week 3 I may be reduced to chewing gum and smelling the
coffee outside Merlo to get my coffee fix.Tragic I know.
There were many other lessons I learnt the
hard way but I’ll leave those for another time. This week has definitely been
an eventful one, not only on campus but off. With the Kony 2012 explosion,
political idiocy and my newly found maybe-disabled-car par, I think studying
journalism is going to be... hectic.
Auf Weidersehen,
From I-used-to-study-German.
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