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Friday, October 24, 2008

Reflexive Excercise


The fourth term has been and is still the most stressful period I have ever experienced in my life. This is mainly due to the exams looming. “Do I know enough?” and of course everyone’s favourite stress button. That cackling malevolent demon- the duly performed certificate or DP for short ; haunts every young students thoughts daily. Journalism and media studies 1 has been a bottomless pit when it comes to assignments and deadlines. The Blog section of the course really made me wonder why exactly am I taking JMS1? This section inspired my decision to not apply for JMS2. If this is what it’s like I do not want to continue with such and aimless endeavour. Yes, the second and third years tell that JMS1 is complete rubbish used by our crafty lecturers and course coordinators to weed out the hard working and diligent from the coasters also known as the “As long as I pass crowd”. Well I think that the department has really shot themselves in the foot. Yes, Rhodes has been known as the Mecca of Journalistic Studies for years. But the ones in power have began to believe in their own pomp. Okay enough of my ranting; time to actually appease the gods and write on my experiences in relation to Blogging.
Blogging has been a monumental headache. The entire process was painful. Having to cooperate with others over a blog was not enjoyable at all. This is because I see blogging as a tool for the individual to freely express themselves, anything goes. The entire working in groups thing was a complete nightmare. Members not showing up for meetings; the worst was when we lost one of our group members. Then of course there is the existence of a group within a group phenomenon that irks me to no end. A prime example was when my group had to create a photo comic. In the end two people did it alone. Excluding the rest, this is because they had access to a digital camera and all the accouterments that go with creating a successful blog personal computers and what not.
Blogging morphed into an iron gate that sealed me out of pursuing journalism. Yes, I know…that was the quintessential ‘oh whoa is me line’. But (cue the violins) I had only one goal and that was to learn how to be a writer. My mother raised me and my three siblings on her own. Computers and other gadgets were just things we had to do without. Though I know my way around a PC there are times when I find myself scratching my head in bewilderment. ‘Huh? Hyperlink who?’ and many more confusing terms and processes I’m not familiar with. At least I have some computer knowledge. What about the students that worked their butts off to come here to study journalism. They are here on financial aid or a scholarship/bursary. Maybe the closest they have ever come to a computer was paying for something at a supermarket till. The student soon becomes discouraged, ‘Where is the part about writing?’ he might ask. A potentially brilliant journalist, probably multi-lingual as most people from disadvantaged backgrounds are, loses faith and does poorly in the JMS1 course and does not get selected for JMS2. That is a tragic hypothetical situation.
Blogging for me is not journalism. Blogging is an interesting development yes when it comes to how people communicate with each other. What is next, Facebook assignments? Journalists are supposed to write well and report the news, not dilly-dally around writing letters to their younger selves! Blogging while and interesting format is really a pastime for most. Yes some lucky people have turned blogging into a lucrative business venture but most are destined to fade into the depths of the Internet never to receive even a single hit. The course has shown me that I was studying journalism for the wrong reasons. So on a scale of journalism has helped me towards my goal at around a 4 out of 10. The theme of surviving first year was fascinating but first years are hardly the voice of authority on how to survive first year as we are figuring it out ourselves.


Its almost the end of the year recruits! The battle is almost won


Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Some light relief recruits



That's how it goes...


First year for the fresh school leaver is first seen as an opportunity to experience unadulterated independence. No parental interference nobody really knows you so the brand new first year sees this as an opportunity at reinvention. This metamorphosis usual involves drinking heavily, meeting new people, drinking so much that one blacks out as well as making life altering mistakes. These steps are all necessary for any young school leaver as they stumble into adulthood.
Freedom is a wonderful thing. It’s having the choice to do as you please and whenever you want. Freedom can also be the demon that causes the possessed to feel invincible. The first year who feels untouchable some engages in destructive and unhealthy behaviour. Sex, drugs and mayhem. But it’s not always the case with all first years. Some become religious zealots while the rest disappear into debauchery the rest whither away into obscurity. They live by the mantra that the weekend begins on Tuesday with ten rand draughts at the rat. Going out and having fun involves getting semi-unconsciously drunk. Then is the temptation of drugs. “It will open your mind man” is the come hither line used by the stoner/magic mushroom/acid cult that calls The Old Gaol home. Invincibility or a feeling of it can and has led many a first year to the bitter abyss nobody wants to be sucked into – Exclusion.
First years have are vulnerable to the “It won’t hurt if you try it once” mantra. This one is related to sex. Yes sex. The birds and the bees or should it be the birds and the bees and the condoms and you might get HIV or fall pregnant. But the first year spirit still pushes forth the myth of, “I’m young, it won’t happen to me”. But that is a lie. Drink get reckless then throw it all away by sleeping with that hot random you picked up at Friars. “We were both so fucked out of our minds, condoms were the last things on our minds”- says shall we call him Lance, after he had a one night stand with stranger. Lance has never had an HIV test and does not plan on getting one any time soon. Yet the cocoon that is Rhodes University makes even the scourge that is HIV seem as if it could never penetrate our safe haven. Then there is the age old tradition of “Seal Clubbing”. No not the act of killing baby seals to get their fur. This seal clubbing means hunting down wide eyed first years easily mesmerised by the charms of an older more confident partner. It’s not just the girls that get seal clubbed. The boys are targeted too! The practice relies on the “Get ‘em drunk and strike” principle. First years, wet behind the ears usually fall head first into these sex snares. That is all they really are. The first year who is seal clubbed becomes just another notch on the clubbers bed post.
First year can be the greatest experience of a young person’s life. But the path is filled with dangers and hardships. Homesickness , depression, substance abuse, crime, rape, finances, assignments, egocentric tutors, psychotic lecturers, the neighbour who’s always throwing loud parties in his room. All these wondrous things come together to make first year at varsity. Hopefully by second year you’ll be all the wiser. At ease.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

new comic...

another comic strip for your enjoyment! just follow the link, and enjoy!

http://www.comeeko.com/ps/gallery/view_image/28302393