A folder and a notebook - the year's tales of a student journalist.
currently: on holiday! For now.
If you wanted an insight into my life for the past 8-9 months, don't look into my diary.
Not only has that diary been very neglected over this past year (entries dropping from daily to weekly to monthly... I wrote a 14 page diary entry this morning to recap my last two weeks haha), but my diary entry wouldn't show the true extent of what I've been through.
For that, you would need to turn to my folder and notebook.
And so, in a way to bring closer to the past three years of my life I've spent studying, and more importantly, my intensive year as a student journalist, I thought now would be a good time to look at my life by the general contents of my folder and notebook.
(Side note: This post isn't to say "Woe is me, being a student journalist is so hard." This is a post to say "This has been my life and all that has encompassed it.")
(Also, this is to make up for why this year has been so shocking with regular blog posts.)
When you open up my folder, the first thing you see on the page is this.
And of course, as a celebration that I am no longer required to do assignments, I ceremoniously destroyed my assignment schedule. But because it's illegal to build funeral pyres in Auckland, I just ripped it up.
Hidden behind my Semester 2 assignment schedule, I found my first semester's one.
On the lower half of my folder's front page was a colourfully coordinated timetable of my classes. Featuring my favourite 5 hour break between lectures on Monday during semester 2.
But thankfully, it was also five hours of spending it with some of my favourite people. Sure we stressed a heck of a lot, but it was stressing together.
This piece of paper I found this hidden deep in one of the plastic pockets.
(And it is true, that if you don't pass the shorthand requirement, you have to repeat the shorthand portion of the year before you can graduate. It's that serious.)
my first published news article. Now if you told me to write a story from an event, I can easily say "sure, just tell me when and where."
Like any good course, you get a lot of theory paperwork. Here's snippets of some of it.
And of course, what uni folder is not complete without the marks you get back from uni.
And of course, the only thing which was not journalism related in my folder:
And of course, my lovely pocket notebook (which I've filled for all but three pages - want to find a duplicate) is not as neatly organised as my folder. It's filled with everything. From my list of things to pack for my mini Waikato internship;
Mumm-ra - She's Got You High. Also known as the credits song from my favourite movie (500) Days of Summer.)
Amongst all these pages filled with words and pictures, this first page remains my favourite.
at a concert in Australia five years ago (Yup, I know the video and everything). And these words have encouraged me through life. It's easy and all to sit back and watch the world move around you, but in journalism - forget it. When you go into journalism, you can't get anywhere without working hard for it. Making phone calls, doing research, writing in the long hours, chasing up people that don't want to talk to you. That's the world of the media.
And while I may not be 100 per cent certain where my journalism career takes me, I know I always want to be moving, not standing still.
Just a bit of deep thinking for a very long blog post. ;)
Though I've not actually graduated with my degree (that's not happening for a couple of months) I'm just gonna go out and say/type thank you to everyone who's encouraged me this year, especially my friends at uni who have been on this journo journey with me. Cause boy, did we really need the encouragement. They will all do great things, I know it.
and now, having cleared my folder, I can take all this uni paper stuff out to the recycling. Uni student no more. HOLIDAYS!
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