Try on Phyllis's pants!
As of tomorrow, I am footloose and fancy-free for two whole weeks! Huttah!
This has, however, been a really odd end of semester --- I'm used to spending the last month of term in a constant state of work/panic...instead the last four weeks have been the LEAST panic-inducing part of the last four months of BJ fun.
The journalism program is broken up into little parcels, so for the last four weeks of this half of the term, we had to go on internship at a media outlet of our choice (that agreed to take us). I got to work as an Arts and Entertainment intern at The Coast, the alternative weekly here (point of reference for Frederictonians --- it's like Here magazine, only GOOD). I've gotten to write a few DVD reviews, email bands to get mp3s for the Coast archive, do a story on payphones and their lack of maintenance (my new pet crusade of choice), and a few other low-impact projects. The worst part of the four weeks was moonlighting as the columnist for "Scene and Heard", since I'm so painfully not "Scene" at all, but even that wasn't too bad --- I got to interview a really nice drummer named Benn Ross, and attend the press conference announcing the ECMA nominees.
(Note: because of the latter, apparently I was inadvertently on ATV last night, in the background. Damn you, Liz Rigney).
But yeah...compared to the non-stop raw nerve that was boot camp, this has been a breeze (during the first eight weeks of this program, we BJers completed the equivalent of 4 three-credit-hour courses. Let's just say we were in class/doing work/crying a lot). That's a hellaciously odd feeling for early December.
That isn't to say that I'm completely thrilled with journalism. I still hate the stress and the bugging people.
But for the moment, I'm fairly content and calm, and that's lovely.
Office article, for the win!
The ending, which was my favorite part because it included a bunch of really specific character descriptions (e.g. "uptight accountant Angela, who loves pictures of babies dressed up as grown-ups") got cut for space, which was disappointing, but I have to say that as an end of term assignment, that sure beat the heck out of writing ten plus pages on "The lack of a heroine in The Castle of Otranto".
Oh. And I, like Mr. Dinan, have been lured to the Facebook darkside.
Come bleed with us, T Rex.
(That is my hella creepy way to invite you to join me at Facebook, and referencing Dinosaur Comics at the same time!)
This has, however, been a really odd end of semester --- I'm used to spending the last month of term in a constant state of work/panic...instead the last four weeks have been the LEAST panic-inducing part of the last four months of BJ fun.
The journalism program is broken up into little parcels, so for the last four weeks of this half of the term, we had to go on internship at a media outlet of our choice (that agreed to take us). I got to work as an Arts and Entertainment intern at The Coast, the alternative weekly here (point of reference for Frederictonians --- it's like Here magazine, only GOOD). I've gotten to write a few DVD reviews, email bands to get mp3s for the Coast archive, do a story on payphones and their lack of maintenance (my new pet crusade of choice), and a few other low-impact projects. The worst part of the four weeks was moonlighting as the columnist for "Scene and Heard", since I'm so painfully not "Scene" at all, but even that wasn't too bad --- I got to interview a really nice drummer named Benn Ross, and attend the press conference announcing the ECMA nominees.
(Note: because of the latter, apparently I was inadvertently on ATV last night, in the background. Damn you, Liz Rigney).
But yeah...compared to the non-stop raw nerve that was boot camp, this has been a breeze (during the first eight weeks of this program, we BJers completed the equivalent of 4 three-credit-hour courses. Let's just say we were in class/doing work/crying a lot). That's a hellaciously odd feeling for early December.
That isn't to say that I'm completely thrilled with journalism. I still hate the stress and the bugging people.
But for the moment, I'm fairly content and calm, and that's lovely.
Office article, for the win!
The ending, which was my favorite part because it included a bunch of really specific character descriptions (e.g. "uptight accountant Angela, who loves pictures of babies dressed up as grown-ups") got cut for space, which was disappointing, but I have to say that as an end of term assignment, that sure beat the heck out of writing ten plus pages on "The lack of a heroine in The Castle of Otranto".
Oh. And I, like Mr. Dinan, have been lured to the Facebook darkside.
Come bleed with us, T Rex.
(That is my hella creepy way to invite you to join me at Facebook, and referencing Dinosaur Comics at the same time!)