The first week of school is over and I already have a filming assignment, a current events test and a bunch of query letters due next week. I'm so not ready to get back into the swing of things yet.
Thankfully, I have Fridays off, so I've been sitting around in my PJs and procrastinating. I thought I'd be all productive today too. Fat chance.
I didn't end up getting the internship I was going for, but I have a feeling I'll be too busy this semester anyways. We'll be making our own magazines and I'm just waiting to find out which position I got. I applied to be a copy editor, InDesign assistant or photo editor. I'm hoping I love what I do because I've wanted to work for a magazine for awhile.
I woke up around noon everyday during the break, but I've been waking up at 5 a.m. for school.
I can't wait for April.
2012-01-13
2012-01-06
Crazy food man 2.0
I thought scarred up Spam man was weird, but I managed to take a bus with a guy who could compete.
After the bus I was on left the station, a man near the front pulled out a baby food jar. He opened it up and started digging through it with his fingers. He pulled out chunks of something covered in slime and slurped it back. I was disgusted! I'm all for reusing containers, but at least bring a utensil.
This man's fingers were covered in slime and spit and he proceeded to touch the poles and walls of the bus. This is why you don't touch the poles on a bus, children.
After slurping back his meal, the man waved his hands around and shouted in a different language. He also sniffed his bus transfer sheet.
I have a feeling mental illness played a part in this case and that makes me feel horrible, but it's a bit unnerving.
Also on the bus that day was a girl with the old half black, half blonde hairstyle. 2002 Avril Lavigne called; she wants her hair back.
After the bus I was on left the station, a man near the front pulled out a baby food jar. He opened it up and started digging through it with his fingers. He pulled out chunks of something covered in slime and slurped it back. I was disgusted! I'm all for reusing containers, but at least bring a utensil.
This man's fingers were covered in slime and spit and he proceeded to touch the poles and walls of the bus. This is why you don't touch the poles on a bus, children.
After slurping back his meal, the man waved his hands around and shouted in a different language. He also sniffed his bus transfer sheet.
I have a feeling mental illness played a part in this case and that makes me feel horrible, but it's a bit unnerving.
Also on the bus that day was a girl with the old half black, half blonde hairstyle. 2002 Avril Lavigne called; she wants her hair back.
2012-01-01
2012
Christmas break has been pretty great. I've been spending a lot of time lazing around in PJs, so it's been a far cry from the insanity that was my third semester in the journalism program. I couldn't be any happier.
Class starts up again on the ninth and I'm not looking forward to it. We'll be starting up our magazine and I'm a bit worried about the position that I'll get. I just hope it's something I'll enjoy doing without going nuts.
P.S. I still haven't heard if I've gotten the online internship yet. I'm not getting my hopes up. :(
Class starts up again on the ninth and I'm not looking forward to it. We'll be starting up our magazine and I'm a bit worried about the position that I'll get. I just hope it's something I'll enjoy doing without going nuts.
P.S. I still haven't heard if I've gotten the online internship yet. I'm not getting my hopes up. :(
2011-12-24
Grades.. dun, dun, duuunnn
With such a frustrating semester, I was worried my grades would reflect my struggle. Somehow, my work and effort pulled off; I'm in the honours standing! My overall average for the whole semester was 87%. My highest mark was 98% and my lowest was 82%. I'm so happy with my grades and I'm glad I got them before Christmas!
Guess hard work really does pay off!
I've failed to mention that I'm currently working towards a paid internship. I'd be writing for an international, online fashion magazine from home. If that isn't an awesome job, I don't know what is.
I made it through the first round of interviews (over Skype). The second round included a sample article on genderless clothing. I planned it out and wrote the heck out of that thing. I'm just crossing my fingers and hoping for good news now!
Guess hard work really does pay off!
I've failed to mention that I'm currently working towards a paid internship. I'd be writing for an international, online fashion magazine from home. If that isn't an awesome job, I don't know what is.
I made it through the first round of interviews (over Skype). The second round included a sample article on genderless clothing. I planned it out and wrote the heck out of that thing. I'm just crossing my fingers and hoping for good news now!
2011-12-22
The semester's over!
Thank goodness I finally get a break from all the madness! Now that I have time to myself, I'm not always sure what to do. Sitting around in my PJs feels a bit boring after rushing through final assignments, but I suppose I'll suffer through the boredom.
To celebrate the start to my break, I opted for some intense pain. Sounds fun, right?
I went to the illScarlett Christmas show at the Opera House. The music was great and all of the bands were local, but the crowd was crazy. I was against the stage, so crowd surfers ended up kicking me in the head multiple times.
Sounds like a fitting end to the past semester.
Since then, I've been volunteering (with a cat rescue), shopping for gifts and spending time with friends and family. I can definitely keep this up for a while.
To celebrate the start to my break, I opted for some intense pain. Sounds fun, right?
I went to the illScarlett Christmas show at the Opera House. The music was great and all of the bands were local, but the crowd was crazy. I was against the stage, so crowd surfers ended up kicking me in the head multiple times.
Sounds like a fitting end to the past semester.
Since then, I've been volunteering (with a cat rescue), shopping for gifts and spending time with friends and family. I can definitely keep this up for a while.
2011-12-01
Semester's almost over!
With only a few weeks to go, the final assignments piled up. I was somehow able to push away my procrastination tendencies to complete the projects without pulling all of my hair out.
Journalism has provided me with some time management skills.
While I was only going to bed an hour or so later than normal, some of my classmates pulled all-nighters. People just don't learn.
In one week, I completed a group filming assignment (VO/SOT with two interview clips), a journal for COMM, an online multi-media project (the homeless one), a COMM test, and a radio wraparound assignment.
Tomorrow, I have to finish an assignment on Access (horrible program that our teacher doesn't even understand).
I also have to go to Etobicoke tonight to see Humber students play some music in a pub or a coffee shop.. I'm not sure what it is. I'll be the tired girl taking creeper photos of the musicians and the crowd. The editors told me I need to take the best photos ever if I hope to get published. Watch me.
Really though.. The show's from 8 to 12 and I have a 9:50 class tomorrow morning. I also live in Brampton, so it takes me forever to get anywhere. I almost gave up on this, but I want to show the editors up.
The only problem now is that I feel all drained and done with school when a few teachers have decided to throw on a some more assignments, for good measure. Just stop while you're ahead, guys.
Journalism has provided me with some time management skills.
While I was only going to bed an hour or so later than normal, some of my classmates pulled all-nighters. People just don't learn.
In one week, I completed a group filming assignment (VO/SOT with two interview clips), a journal for COMM, an online multi-media project (the homeless one), a COMM test, and a radio wraparound assignment.
Tomorrow, I have to finish an assignment on Access (horrible program that our teacher doesn't even understand).
I also have to go to Etobicoke tonight to see Humber students play some music in a pub or a coffee shop.. I'm not sure what it is. I'll be the tired girl taking creeper photos of the musicians and the crowd. The editors told me I need to take the best photos ever if I hope to get published. Watch me.
Really though.. The show's from 8 to 12 and I have a 9:50 class tomorrow morning. I also live in Brampton, so it takes me forever to get anywhere. I almost gave up on this, but I want to show the editors up.
The only problem now is that I feel all drained and done with school when a few teachers have decided to throw on a some more assignments, for good measure. Just stop while you're ahead, guys.
2011-11-25
Thursday night in Toronto
I'm starting a petition to get new video camera batteries at my school. You can sign the petition at www.HumberCamerasAreTryingToRuinMyWholeLife,GradesAndFutureCareer.com
Though I still hate the camera batteries from my school's video cage, my group was able to film for the project! Make-a-Wish's outdoor festivities froze us and the batteries, so we decided on an indoor event - the Amnesty International Reel Awareness Film Festival. The event turned out to be far smaller than we expected, but we still got some good shots of people mingling and going into the theater. We got some great clips of a speech and two interviews with some of the festival founders.
When we arrived, we were warned that filming the attendees probably wasn't a great idea because some had spouses stuck in foreign jails. Naturally, we filmed everyone and everything anyways. No one cared one bit and the organization had a photographer there getting shots of everyone. Don't bring us down, Amnesty.
The first battery died within minutes, so we all got incredibly worried. The battery that I had been keeping warm in my pocket lasted all night though. SUCCESS!
We finished all of the inside shots and decided to do a sign off/exit shot outside the building to have a change of scenery. This time, the battery worked with us, but Torontonians heckled us instead.
While filming our 30 second shot, we had TWO people bother us. Two in the span of maybe five minutes of actual shooting. The first man was somewhere in his forties or fifties and I'm pretty sure he was drunk before 9 p.m. on a Thursday night.
He said, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
At this point, we all figured he'd ask what we were shooting for and wish us luck. Of course not.
"Do you care that no one gives a shit?"
"Uh....." *blank stares*
"No one's even here. You're not filming anything."
"Everyone's inside, watching a movie. We're just filming for an assignment."
"Yeah, well... Good luck with that," he said as he stormed off.
Sorry for interrupting your drunken stumble around Toronto with our innocent, out of the way filming. Stay classy, my friend.
The next guy was around my age (early twenties), so, needless to say, he was probably also drunk.
"Why are you zoomed in on her chin? Stop macro zooming! You're on her chin."
Uhhh... What? We had perfect framing with our on-screen reporter showing from the waist up to the top of her head. Does alcohol mess with your vision to that extent?
As soon as we finished that shoot, we booked it. We did not want any more crazies approaching us, so we packed up and left. A short while into our walk, a man started to walk beside us. He joined in on our conversation like normal, so we weren't too worried. All of a sudden, he raised his hand and told us about his watch. Apparently, he bought a $3 underwater watch that only half works, whatever that means. His mind told him we'd be interested in knowing this, I guess. I walked ahead so he wouldn't notice the fact that I was laughing like crazy. Another girl slowed down so she could laugh behind us. The last girl was stuck in the middle, listening to a story about the watch.
Soon enough, the man walked ahead, but we were all going to the same subway station. He turned around and asked if we were following him. Not on purpose, bud. Not on purpose.
He proceeded to say, "look at this" and he flashed a blue laser pointer onto his upper arm, showing off some buttons.
Uh...Congrats?
We parted ways and the girls and I went to wait for the next subway train. We just missed the last train and a random woman did too. She used all her strength to smack the support pillars with an envelope full of something hard, making a pretty loud noise each time. THE TRAINS COME EVERY 2 MINUTES, WOMAN. Calm down.
We took the train and a bus (that was SO LATE) back to school, but only got there at 10:05 or so, so we missed the 10 p.m. closing of the camera cage. I only got home around 10:40 or 10:50, but I did get a ride home, thankfully.
And that was my Thursday night in the journalism program.
Though I still hate the camera batteries from my school's video cage, my group was able to film for the project! Make-a-Wish's outdoor festivities froze us and the batteries, so we decided on an indoor event - the Amnesty International Reel Awareness Film Festival. The event turned out to be far smaller than we expected, but we still got some good shots of people mingling and going into the theater. We got some great clips of a speech and two interviews with some of the festival founders.
When we arrived, we were warned that filming the attendees probably wasn't a great idea because some had spouses stuck in foreign jails. Naturally, we filmed everyone and everything anyways. No one cared one bit and the organization had a photographer there getting shots of everyone. Don't bring us down, Amnesty.
The first battery died within minutes, so we all got incredibly worried. The battery that I had been keeping warm in my pocket lasted all night though. SUCCESS!
We finished all of the inside shots and decided to do a sign off/exit shot outside the building to have a change of scenery. This time, the battery worked with us, but Torontonians heckled us instead.
While filming our 30 second shot, we had TWO people bother us. Two in the span of maybe five minutes of actual shooting. The first man was somewhere in his forties or fifties and I'm pretty sure he was drunk before 9 p.m. on a Thursday night.
He said, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
At this point, we all figured he'd ask what we were shooting for and wish us luck. Of course not.
"Do you care that no one gives a shit?"
"Uh....." *blank stares*
"No one's even here. You're not filming anything."
"Everyone's inside, watching a movie. We're just filming for an assignment."
"Yeah, well... Good luck with that," he said as he stormed off.
Sorry for interrupting your drunken stumble around Toronto with our innocent, out of the way filming. Stay classy, my friend.
The next guy was around my age (early twenties), so, needless to say, he was probably also drunk.
"Why are you zoomed in on her chin? Stop macro zooming! You're on her chin."
Uhhh... What? We had perfect framing with our on-screen reporter showing from the waist up to the top of her head. Does alcohol mess with your vision to that extent?
As soon as we finished that shoot, we booked it. We did not want any more crazies approaching us, so we packed up and left. A short while into our walk, a man started to walk beside us. He joined in on our conversation like normal, so we weren't too worried. All of a sudden, he raised his hand and told us about his watch. Apparently, he bought a $3 underwater watch that only half works, whatever that means. His mind told him we'd be interested in knowing this, I guess. I walked ahead so he wouldn't notice the fact that I was laughing like crazy. Another girl slowed down so she could laugh behind us. The last girl was stuck in the middle, listening to a story about the watch.
Soon enough, the man walked ahead, but we were all going to the same subway station. He turned around and asked if we were following him. Not on purpose, bud. Not on purpose.
He proceeded to say, "look at this" and he flashed a blue laser pointer onto his upper arm, showing off some buttons.
Uh...Congrats?
We parted ways and the girls and I went to wait for the next subway train. We just missed the last train and a random woman did too. She used all her strength to smack the support pillars with an envelope full of something hard, making a pretty loud noise each time. THE TRAINS COME EVERY 2 MINUTES, WOMAN. Calm down.
We took the train and a bus (that was SO LATE) back to school, but only got there at 10:05 or so, so we missed the 10 p.m. closing of the camera cage. I only got home around 10:40 or 10:50, but I did get a ride home, thankfully.
And that was my Thursday night in the journalism program.
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