December - another semester crawls to an end

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Another semester is coming to an end.  It’s so strange.  On one hand it feels like some of these days and moments have been the longest in my life, it also feels like it’s going by so fast.

I created a podcast, as another assignment for the Video Production class and was proud to discover how easily I seem to take to video and audio editing.  Since I have two friends, Rose and Graham, who are bibliophiles I decided to make my podcast about the love of books and interview the two of them. 

They were keen on it and in fact it turned out to be an embarrassment of riches where I got 10 minutes worth of recording that I had to edit down to 2.  Also, Graham, who can become extremely enthusiastic when discussing a favourite book kept talking about the subject of the book, the Russian silent film director, Sergei Eisenstein, He was so enthusiastic about Eisenstein I couldn’t get a question in about the author.  This was supposed to be a podcast about books, so some opinion of comparison of authors was important, but no, Graham just went on and on about Sergei.

I realized I did not have a book review story.  So what does a good journalist do when her interview does not fit the focus of the story, and there is no time to get other or more interviews?  Well change the focus of the story of course!!!  To solve the time problem I simply edited out Rose, and changed the name of the podcast from The Ardant Bibliophile to Crazy for Classic Films.  To break up Graham’s long monologues I recorded and edited in suitable questions to make it seem like he was answering my questions instead running on his own steam all that time.  That’s media folks!

My ezine was a mixed success.  I could not get any interviews with anyone in the animation department which meant my original idea of writing on the college’s worldwide reputation for producting world class animators was impossible.  This was an ezine which could have been of interesting not only to everyone in the college but in the town as well because it champions the achievement of a local institution.  I was forced therefore, to find animation stories in the neighbouring big city.  However, there really is no mass consumer market for animation stories.  No one wants to read about the doings of Shrek and his family, or even less, about the doings of Shrek’s animators.  So the only market for an ezine on animation is people who are interested in the technical aspects of animation – usually people inside or thinking of going inside the animation industry. 

But I am a total outsider.  I couldn’t write stories about the technical or production or financial aspects of making animated films.  I write lifestyle features, from a sociological point of view.  That’s what my 4 stories were about.  They would have been fine in the Sunday section of a newspaper that people could read lazily over breakfast in bed, but again, no one would want to do such a thing with an animation publication.  The articles are a fun read, but there is not a drop of useful information for animators in them.  These are people who would subscribe to an animation ezine least because it’s a fun read.

So, the result was, my ezine, Northern Lights, looked good, it was well written, I got an A for it.  But I have absolutely no confidence about being able to sell a subscription for it to someone, should I be required to do that.

As the year would down to a close I realized that once again, I had not received a penny of payment for the Studio Monitor job I did.  For the 3^rd semester, once again, the money was not coming into my account.  Emails flew everywhere, all the papers re-filed again and an inquiry went into progress as the college broke for Christmas.  Also, I noticed that my funds were running really low and I may not be able to live out the last semester on what I had left.

November - New delights and old worries

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For the first time we are now writing online, for The Sheridan Sun Online – and I like it!  We chose from a selection of beats to cover and I got the Arts beat, which is what I love the best.  And no groups.  We do this all on our own.  I felt relieved also because the online publication goes out to the internet world.  Anyone searching for a topic might have the search engine come up with my article and if they’re interested, than I am writing for them.  I do not have to tailor my writing for the interests of 18-20 year-olds from the surrounding suburbs anymore.

We design our own pages on Dreamweaver, search out ideas and sources anywhere we can find them, and write them for almost any length – within reason.  No need for a strict amount of words that have to fit into a fixed space.  There is tons of space on the internet, and I’m loving it.  I wrote articles on our city gallery, a collective of artists, a screenplay readers group, a local film festival and a Meetup group of theatre goers I belong to.  And I did not once have to get quotes from an 18 to 20-year-old I found in the cafeteria.

After an awkward start, the group of 3, (Roman, Alan and Eleanor), I was parachuted into started doing our video productions together.  All 3 were friends from high school and didn’t quite expect me to be their 4^th (who does?) but when they realized I was not going to pull any mother or grandmother trips on them, and they could talk dirty in front of me, they calmed down.  They liked me better when I came up with all the ideas, could write scripts in 5 minutes, had a good idea of how to tell a story visually and was willing to sneak into places they were afraid to go, with a hidden camera. We sort of even, kind of, sort of became friends – almost. 

I say almost because we had a really hard time getting our final assignment together and sometimes they didn’t show up to class, and they had the camera and our assignment.  Roman quit college without telling the other two.  Alan and Eleanor (a couple) were dreadfully behind in other assignments and couldn’t meet to plan the last shoot, and I was all alone.  Prof Cynthia said all of us had to come up with the final assignment somehow or else lose 20% of the marks, just like the rest of the class.  Alan and Eleanor went off and did the assignment without me, so I had no choice but to sign out a video camera on my own and do a video shoot, writing, camera work, interviewing and editing, all by myself.  I did a story on the college’s day care.  It was rough, but all told not bad, seeing the challenges I was up against.  Prof Cynthia was very proud of what I managed to pull together.

But to be honest most of our productions were pretty bad by professional standards.  Basically we were taught to make decent home movies.  We used a Canon HD camcorder, which at $599 is basically a home camcorder.  The pros still have huge black video cameras they have to steady on their shoulders.  Our editing suite was iMovie, a program that comes with an Applie computer.  The pros use  Adobe Premier or Final Cut.  But we didn’t have to be good in the class, all we had to do was show that we understood the concepts of broadcast news and made a brave attempt to make a good one.

However, Life Writing proved to be a disappointment.  Cybernation was so well organized, but for an ADHD person like myself Life Writing was extraordinarily disorganized.  Tests were due on different days of different weeks, and sometimes tests were on subjects we had not yet studied.  It was very stressful for me to have to check and double check to see what was different this week, and what expectations would come out of the blue.  I enjoyed reading the assigned memoirs and even writing some memoirs but the gamesmanship of online posting this program demanded left me confused and dismayed.

We had to a group presentation and was pleased to meet our central organizer, Samantha, a 19-year-old advertising management student who had picked the right profession.  She was promotional and she was organizational.  She took charge immediately and I was so relieved.  However, she too obviously had suffered from group work PTSD because she practically shrieked at us about how we better get our share done on time, and better do our load of the work, because she wasn’t going to do it for us.  I did as instructed, but the other two did not send her their part of the work until the last 2 days before it had to be sent to the instructor and Samantha, who had to streamline it and coordinate it, was so pissed off she was not a person you wanted to communicate with that weekend.

Shock time however.  I was turned down for the bursary to help students in financial need.  My calculations showed that my available funds were about $100 more than my financial needs.  But who can count on $100 over being a finite amount?  On another calculation, or emergency comes up I could easily be $100 under and I would qualify.  I thought insomuch as my personal income was so low, never mind that it was $100 over my stated needs, I thought I would qualify for the bursary.  Why should anyone have to live as frugally as I calculated I could?  Also, I had to include my government loans as income.  But for tax purposes loans are not considered income, they are considered liabilities.  That meant I had to go into greater debt because my personal funds were so low, therefore I was in financial need.  But nope, they considered the high amount of my loans to mean I was living high on the hog and they weren’t going to contribute to such a profligate lifestyle.  I had not accounted for that in my financing.  With my cousin not being able to give me the $1,000 she gave me last year, and now $2,000 down in bursaries, I started feeling a panic I had not had for at least a year and a half.

October - Real Life Halloween with witches and all

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I really enjoy writing editorials.  Basically an editorial is well-written opinionating.  It needs some basis in reality and being able to make sense on something to which readers can relate, but other than that it is merely an opinion, and who can question that?  Someone can question me, and my opinions, but not their validity.  So far I have been able to vent on group work and relay the positive benefits of liberal arts electives - against the opinion of some other teachers and students.

What is perplexing about writing for The Sheridan Sun, is the constant, total non-reaction from the targetted readership.  Group work is universally hated throughout the college, with many people, both instructors and students having few positive experiences with it, and yet, not a single letter to the editor.  Not one person stopped me and said, “boy, you really got it right with that editorial.”   Or even wrong.  I would have loved to have had it wrong if it meant knowing somebody read it.  The same with the electives article.  Apparently in other years the Dean of Liberal Arts always wrote a letter to the editor when someone criticized being forced to take liberal arts electives, but here I wrote some good reasons for them, and no letter came to congratulate me for it.

Anyway, my comfortable feeling of hope that things would be more mature this time round came crashing down this month.  I had mentioned Melanie as being my co-editorial writer.  I had my suspicions about her last year when she volunteered for the 4-person group to create a presentation on the history of travel writing, and I volunteered to join the the group, making us two, and she promptly told me she decided to leave the group and join another group with her friend, Tanya, leaving me the only one in the group.  Her visible discomfort with me, and the eagerness with which she sought another group to join was a bit disorienting, but then everything was disorienting last year.  Later on Joanne and friends joined, and we did do the presentation of the group.

Now that she and I were a team writing editorials, she seemed much friendlier and more willing to tolerate my company.  At the Video Production class, since we were all sitting together, all of us agreed that we would be a group.  That was nicely settled.

The following week I came late into class, Dinah and Melanie were sitting together but a couple of guys were sitting with them.  Since these table desks only have 4 spots I had to sit somewhere else.  Before I came in, everyone had signed their names to a sheet stating who was going to be together on which team.  After the class disbanded, Prof Cynthia brought the list to me, because I had not seen it to sign on, and I noticed, with a loud gasp, that Dinah and Melanie had signed up with the 2 guys who were at the table.  They were still around so I went over and asked what happened because last week we decided we would be on the same team.  Dinah and Melanie just shrugged their shoulders and said they didn’t remember such an agreement.  Okay…okay….disorienting…..but okay.  I was put on the only team who only had 3 members.  These were people I had never met before and so had no idea what it would be like working with them.

I was also with Dina and Melanie, the 3 of us again, in the Law and Ethics class.  Frequently we were asked to work on a problem in class as a team, which we proceeded to do.  I admit I had to lean over to hear Dinah and Melanie a lot, because they had a tendency to talk to each other and noticed me only when I was straining to lean over and struggle to get my opinions in, but I was trying not to be paranoid and suspect I was being rejected.

At the second class Prof Andy gave us an assignment to find a crime or court reporter to interview about his or her professional experiences.  I worked over the weekend researching a list of potential reporters, showed up Monday morning and discovered that Dinah and Melanie were already in class ahead of me, and had chosen the reporter.  I thought they were a bit hasty not waiting for me to show up with my list before they decided, but I thought, hey, I’ve been complaining that everybody was slacking off last year leaving me with all the work, I shouldn’t complain that these people were ahead of me.  At least it showed initiative on their part and that couldn’t be bad.  Melanie then suggested that I design the presentation, which I could do at the next meeting of the group.  Two days later I showed up to work on the presentation and Melanie told me she had already done it.  So far I had contributed nothing to this group work.

Then Melanie corners me and wants to know how and when did I presume I was part of a group with her and Dinah.  My jaw dropped!  I sat at the same table with them, I worked on the same problems with them as a group, why would I not presume I was part of their group for an out-of-class assignment?  Oh no, Melanie told me, I shouldn’t have presumed, I should have asked them if they wanted me to be in their group first.  Well, what group should I have been in?  All the people sitting at the table desks were the groups who worked with their groups.  We were asked to become groups of 2 or 3.  We were 3, I sat at their table, why wouldn’t I think I was part of their group???

Melanie was adamant and quite snarky about it.  Uh-uh.  I should have asked permission to join, I shouldn’t presume to be part of their group.  I think Dinah was embarrassed by this but she and Melanie were now BFF’s and she sided with Melanie.  My stomach sank.  I flashed back to high school.  I was being told I was not wanted in the group, and that I had to ask permission to join.  Oh God, I remember that feeling.  I remember the rejection.  I remember the mean girls exclusion ploy.  My impression of being accepted as an equal were shattered and for a time I had those awful reject, outsider, misfit, weirdo feelings again.  I was now expected to say “please”, “pretty, pretty please” to join a group?

I fired off an email to Prof Andy telling him what happened and telling him that from now on I was going to do all the out-of-class assignments by my myself.  I was not going to be part of any group.  He concurred that was probably the best strategy.  I did not sit with Dinah and Melanie again.

I must say I felt a little tremor of glee inside me when I heard that Melanie’s last editorial was rejected for publication because it was written so poorly.  Two can play the emotional immaturity game and it’s to learn all over again in college.

September - The Second Year Begins

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Once more I am throwing myself into the second (and final) year of my Journalism – Print program.  The courses this year are, Online Newspaper Practicum, Newspaper Practicum, World History and Politics, Video Production, Law and Ethics, Ezine and as elective, I chose Life Writing, an online course in memoir writing.

The four months of “summer break” were difficult, financially speaking.  The recession is still roaring and students in general have had a hard time finding jobs.  Many employers want students because they are young, with no physical or emotional limits and naïve about labour rights – none of which describes me.  So I only had about six weeks of employment.  Luckily I did manage to stretch my grant money to tide me over until I could borrow more money from the government to continue on.

The first day at college proved the old adage to me that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.  I no longer felt the panic I had this time last year.  I did not lose any of my possessions.  Nor did I care if I was stared at.  The college was familiar and the faces were familiar.  At least 30% of the first year’s class did not return either because they failed or found something else they wanted to study more. 

The ones who remained had made a commitment to the course and to the work.  This became obvious with the first publishing of the College Newspaper.  Everyone just went out and got their story in on time as it should be done.  Prof Norman was our Editor/Instructor and he remarked how pleased (and surprised) he was that the stories came in without a hitch.  Nothing worse for an editor than to have an empty space in a newspaper, and a story that is due and does not come in to occupy it.  He reminded us thoroughly that we had better complete our assignments because if we didn’t he would have to do them, and he didn’t like doing them.

For this year I was accepted as an editorialist on the newspaper, which was good because I prefer to opinionate than dig out news college students might want to read.  The students who were in the class with me were the most responsible and hard-working students, and the ones I had so much trouble with last year either had not returned or ended up in the other of two classes that had been split 30 students each.  My standby partner Joanne had ended up in that other class, but I did not panic because the possibilities in my class looked good.

My first editorial for the College Newspaper was, in fact, on group work and the perils thereof.  I was relieved to discover that many people, even the ones with solid friendships and a great deal in common were upset at how little guidance or oversight came from the instructors and how tempers could be frayed if one or more of their friends slacked off.

This year we were going to produce another Ezine, but this time not as a group but as individuals.  Prof Davita, who ran the second year ezine class said she had so much trouble with groups last year that this time she decided we would work on our own.  We could choose our topic and had 10 pages in which to fill it up with feature articles and appropriate images, as well as design the front and back cover. 

I decided the smartest topic I could pick for my ezine was the college’s animation department.  I got the same part-time job again, as Studio Monitor, so I would be there a lot. The college is somewhat famous for the animators it has produced and I could find four articles to write about the program, the directors, the students and students who have gone on to become highly regarded in the animation industry.  All my information and people were right there on the college grounds and I didn’t have to run all over the city hunting them down.  It would be so easy.  Little did I know….

I was further buoyed by the possibilities of group work when I sat at a table desk in the Video Production class and two of the other younger students joined me.  The previous year younger students avoided me like the plague and sat at my table desk only if those were the last places left.  And then they avoided communicating with me whenever they could and either whispered among themselves or leaned over to other younger students at other table desks and chatted with them.

Dinah, who was young (19) but sincere and dedicated sat down automatically beside me, and another young woman, Melanie, joined us.  Our instructor Prof Colette told us that we would need to be in groups of four because we would have to be a news production team in this class.  One video camera would be allowed per group and each of us had to take turns being the writer, interviewer, camera operator and editor on the team.  Dianne and I had already worked in several groups and automatically agreed to be with each other and Melanie, whom I knew to be a responsible participant, agreed to be in our group too.

Later on that week, the three of us again sought each other out to share a table desk in the Law & Ethics class and proceeded to work on several in-class projects as a group.  We also sat together in the World History class.  I became relieved that the process of finding responsible group members came so easily this time and thought my group work problems were settled.  My online class this year would need group work but my online class last year, Cybernation, had gone extraordinarily well and it would obviously be a lot better picking participants because no one knew each other and so had no favourites to choose. 

Everything was in order.  What could possibly go wrong?

April - A Merciful Rest (sort of)

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So, the first year has finally ended.  I admit being  proud of myself for some things.  I attacked each task with vigour, giving more than was expected of me..  I had been told that I take the assignments too seriously, that when I take on a writing assignment I take on topics of great importance, great depth, monumental repurcussions on which the fate of mankind teeters precariously.  Everyone else?  They write about the price of gum going up at the corner convenience store, and such. 

For instance, for my Cybernation course we were given an assignment to write an essay on a technology and how it will affect society.  What did I choose?  Biofuels, and how they will reshape the social, economic and geopolitcal landscape, how they have the potential to launch the next Industrial Revolution.  What did others write?  The Kindle and how it will change people from paper book readers into e-book readers.  Or the GPS, on how it will change from the driver having to fiddle with maps to letting the car fiddle with maps.  I just don't know how to think small.  So I end up doing far more work than I need to.

However, it does mean that so far I am sure I got A's in most of the courses, some with an A+, one I think a B.  That's Photojournalism.  Alas the precision and technical expertise are not as easy to fudge as theoretical expertise.  I can be incredibly accurate theoretically, but not so much in concrete calculations.

The first part of the semester was relatively smooth, writing articles for the college newspaper.  The second part was a little more bumpy.  We got into the hated group work again.  I was hoping for a better experience this time because I was able to know the people more, and what their capabilities were like.  I had grown friendly with J and D and knew they were dependable, hard workers, serious about this course.  Also with Sandra and Nadia, who were good friends.  Sandra had always been friendly with me, she was taking an elective called "Aging Matters" about the problems with aging and geriatrics, which I thought a very mature subject for a 20-year-old.

Joanne,  Sandra, Nadia  and I became partners to create an ezine, and Sandra, Nadia and a guy named Charlie became partners to do an essay on Western Europe, each of us taking one country.  Sandra turned out to be a disaster, dragging along Nadia because although Nadia was willing to do more work, she tended to follow her friend when her friend was avoiding doing hers.  That is such a youthful best friend thing to do.  If you have a choice between responsible action and avoiding it if your best friend doesn't want to do it, you avoid doing the responsible action.  Yup.  I remember that.

Although, Joanne as usual, was dependable, her laptop broke down so the brunt of the work in creating the ezine fell on me.  At least the layout of it.  The last weekend before we had to hand it in, I worked almost 72 hours straight on it, with maybe 5 hours of sleep in between there somewhere.  The final stretch was 23 hours, finishing at 4:30 am.  Since I had to wake up for schoolat 5:45 am I just decided not to go to sleep at all because it would be terrible trying to get up.

For the Western Europe group, Charlie was willing to participate, but he was a part-time student and not easily at hand while Sandra and Nadia just avoided any meeting or work at all.  Even the day before we had to hand the work in, when we had to integrate the research on our four countries and get the work in as one essay.  So I warned Prof J about the whole thing and said I was handing my research - on Greece - separately.  He was cool with that. The circumstances did not surprise him.  But I hated the stress the whole thing caused.

Later I discovered several teachers had similar problems with Sandra.  Her attendance was haphazard, and her remarks as to why she did not participate in this and other groups, "well, nobody else was doing anything, so I thought, why should I?".  Great attitude.  I am sure she has a huge career waiting for her with that.

I joined Joanne and Dana on the group website we had to create.  This was a blessed relief because Dana loves creating websites and she just ran with it.  She is 18 years old, but she took the leadership and assigned Joanne and me our roles and it was wonderful not to carry much of a load.  The teacher loved the website.

 (Joanne and Dana surprised at me taking their photo. People here get surprised a lot because the nature of a photojournalist is to be sneaky. )

I have no idea who will be back next year.  First of all it'll have to be the people who passed, and there were many who were in trouble.  Some dropped out or dropped off.  We shall see.

No one still knows what is the future of journalism, of course?  All the teachers talk about the past because that's what they know.  The future is in turmoil.  Otherwise I think I would have a great in with the teachers, who all seem to like me and are impressed with what I can do.  If this industry was in a normal state, I would have no troulbe getting references, recommendations, advice, support and numbers to call.  But nobody really knows what to tell me now.  Most of the teachers here have worked on large consumer newspapers or magazines that are now in trouble, not the little trade or company publications still being published and so have no advice to give.  Two are retiring shortly, two are going into teaching because they can't get work doing.  Teaching always seems to be the refuge when people can't get jobs doing.

While it's evident that the public wants news and information, and that this is some integral human need and has been since the beginning of time, how to make a living at providing it is more shaky since so much of it is being given away for free.  How ironic, that in a world that has been created for capitalism where everything is potentially up for sale, this part of life has suddenly become free.

The actual campus is lovely and it's too bad that I am leaving it in spring and won't be back until fall, because I think summer will be the most beautiful here.  It has a lovely wooded area out back, and lots of places to stroll and commune with nature.  Being this is a small town, in summer, all the foliage will be out and the lake is not too far away.  The countryniess of the place will be refreshing. That I will miss.

 (A student who passed me on a path, in the woods, behind the college.)

Now, all I have to worry about is finding a job for the summer in an economy where no one is hiring.

March - the end of the first year looms near

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I am starting to get over the culture shock.  I still feel out of place here, but I am getting used to the feeling.  I have had some good conversations with some good counsellors and it's nice to know that people understand.  I tried to get an adult learning credit in the Writing for Newspapers 2 course because I know how to do it.  I am well along in that knowledge.

However, besides it costing me $85 to get assessed for an experience-as-knowledge credit I would have to submit three published, paid-for articles for each of the genres of newspaper writing we are being taught in this course.  I could do that for the profile writing, and the feature writing, and the editorial writing, but there is no way I could do that for the sports writing.  There is no way I have ever done sports writing.  I am willing to bet plenty of career journalists have never written a sports story in their lives.  But unless I can produce three professionally-published ones my previously professionally published articles are not enough to make me count as professional enough to not have to take this course.

Prof Kate of the Writing for Newspapers 2 class sympathizes with me.  She thinks my abilities are well beyond what she teaches in the course.  She consistently gives me A's and tells me she hates to stop reading my stories.  However, she's a part-timer and doesn't have much say in how credits are offered.  I feel sad for Prof Kate.  She worked for 25 years for a major newspaper and was laid off last year as newspapers everywhere are tossing employees overboard to survive dwindling readership.  She seems depressed.  She has mentioned that she had no idea she would end up doing this (teaching us) in a "how the hell did I end up here?" tone of voice.

There will be no faculty strike.  The latest vote came in 51% for a strike which is not enough of a mandate for the union to take a chance on actually calling the strike.  Apparently out of 20 colleges, 10 really wanted the strike, 10 didn't.  So would that have meant civil war?  Anyway, it hasn't come to that although I imagine the 10 who did want the strike are not very happy with the outcome.

My newspaper writing work on the college newspaper has ended and now we begin work on an ezine.  The newspaper's editor prof has been trying to encourage me to sell ideas to the local newspapers because he tells me I come up with good ideas.  But I still have too much PTSD from my last memories of trying to sell ideas to newspapers and have not taken him up on his encouragement.

The ezine has to be made by group of four again and this time I am happy to have got in with a good group.  Joanne from last semester is in this group and she is a firecracker of a doer.  Also a nice young woman named Sherry.  Sherry is that rare kind of individual who is just over-all friendly.  She has never seemed to notice my age and has always treated me like a pal and no different from her.  If she has noticed my age she doesn't show it, whereas her good friend Nadia, who is also in the group, has.  Around me Nadia acts like a child who would rather not have her parent standing around talking to her.

We have decided to focus on a food-as-nutrition magazine and came up with the name, Food for Thought, as the ezine's name.  We each take some role of authority on this ezine and I am doing artistic design.  I think it will go well.

Now with only five weeks left in the first year I have to start worrying about finding a job for the four months between the start of next year.

February - Observations on the teachers

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This divide between young and old is becoming more and more layered.  I think one of my great shock points is how obvious it would be in an environment like this that I am old, and the reflection of the value it has in society.  We simply do not live in a time where those who have experience with the past are much valued anymore.  We are heading into the future and the past is somewhat irrelevant.

The teachers are having a rough time, not only because they are part of a changing, possibly irrelevant past, but because of the general turmoil in the newspaper print industry.  A couple have been laid off from their newspaper jobs and took up teaching as one of their few options..

I guess I hoped too much that the teachers here would have some vision of the future towards which they were guiding us.  But things have been so bad in the business, so many layoffs, people sent on their way being too old to find similar work and too young to retire.  This is a frightening and confusing time.  The teachers also don't feel rewarded by the interest of the young, the young do not have much interest in them.

I sense an unhappiness.  The teachers feel unneeded by their "disciples", and undervalued by the department. That's one of the underlying reasons behind the strike that really, nobody wants.  It seems the department does not value their input or understand their needs.  Their needs mostly are to have a student body that values what they are teaching.  The only way that can happen is to select students the way students are selected for the arts courses - on a competitive level.  Those students who would have to work to get in are more than likely to really want to learn and to value the knowledge of those who teach them..

Instead teachers have to face apathy every day and on top of the upheaval in their chosen field they are dealing with much the same crisis as I am.

January - the new semester begins

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The 3 weeks of Christmas were quiet with the precious rest I needed so much.  I slept until noon many days.

Originally I dreaded the idea of 3 classes a week starting at 8:00 AM but I have been happily informed that was an illusion.  The times beginning at 8:00 would mean the Sheridan Sun room would be open and can be used at that time, but it would not necessarily be for lectures.  We simply had that time frame to do our work, if we wanted to.  Friday does have a class again starting at 8:00 AM, so there I have not been spared.

The classes this time are:

The College Globe Lab (production of the College's weekly newspaper)
Photojournalism
Writing for Newspapers 2
Electronic Publishing
A general elective
Globalization and the Post Modern World
Editing for Print and Internet

Originally I chose Classic Mythology for my elective but was dismayed by the 40 or so raucous students in the class which the teacher seemed unwilling or unable to contain.  I changed to an online elective, Aging Matters - I figured I should be on top of that subject - but found the teacher and course so confusing which is deadly if it happens online.  So now I am happily settled in CyberNation, about the impact of changing technology on society and am happy there.  It is also an online course, but very organized and well-laid out and quite interesting.  I discovered I am a postmodernist.  It's good to have a clan.  I always wanted to belong to a clan.

The newspaper lab is fun.  We replicate a real newspaper and publish a real newspaper weekly, the Globe.  No group work here, thank heavens.  The Globe is supposed to be the newspaper of the College and students could be mistaken it is their organ of information.  It is sort of, but their communication needs do not drive it as the purchasers and subscribers' needs drive real, professional newspaper.  It exists to provide the journalism students a lesson in writing, layout, photojournalism and publishing, using the College and campus as a focus for our lessons.  It may or may not contain useful news for college and staff, but if it doesn't no one on the paper worries too much.  Anyone who sends the Globe a media release hoping something important to them will be published often finds themselves disappointed because often what is important to them is not in our lesson plan.

Being a reporter on the paper at least has provided me with an outlet to go our there and talk to people and take pictures of them and I must say, it is quite pleasant.  So far I have written on the joys and problems of being a mature student.  I spoke with six mature students and it was good to share some stories.  As I suspected most are in social work, health and business.  Also everyone, except the higher brass, hates group work.  Some are in the majority of their classes.  Alas, Carol has not returned this semester and I fear she has fallen away.  Just couldn't manage all the adult responsibilities and fulltime schooling.  That leaves me the only person over 25 in the class.   The class is thinner as at least nine others have also fallen by the wayside either by quitting or changing courses.

I have also written an article on awareness of learning disabilities being a hidden disorder that is often mistaken for weakness of character, and now I am pursuing interviewing a local hero of human rights activism.  The editor/teacher likes my stories.  He told he wished other people would come up with as many story ideas as I do.  It's good to be praised by someone for doing a good job.  It's been so long in my life that someone has done that.  It's what keeps me in this program and in this place.

The winter here is very cold and getting up at 4:45 AM for my Friday class to stand on a train platform while the wind whips about in the morning dark, is truly a pain.  But then I think of the people of Haiti to put it into perspective.  It would be nice to step out of the college building and get some fresh air but the College being in such a open, rural spot the cold is particularly intense and not fun here.

The vote to strike was 57% in favour.  It does give the Union a mandate to strike on a week's notice, but at 57% the faculty is divided and is not willing to suffer much deprivation.  It was generally thought that the Union would never call a strike with such a weak mandate, but today we learned that the Union rejected the Colleges' final offer.  Oh-oh.  A strike would be devastating to my finances.

Marks and the Next Challenge Begins

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Woo hoo, the western world has turned a New Year and I got my marks. The news was better than I thought it would be.

History and Politics =A+
Research Techniques =A
Writing for Newspapers 1 = B+
Desktop Publishing with InDesign =A
Designing for Print =B
History of Journalism =A

Okay, let's face it, this was the easy part.  Most of that was theory. and based on knowledge of news, current events and some history.  These were studies where being 63 gave me a much better advantage, although frankly, I am surprised at the B in Designing for Print, because I barely made it over D on most assignments.

This semester, starting January 11, will be putting these theories into competitive action and building the social networks that will enhance that competition so as to uncover news happening in the College.  My disconnect with the social environment of the college places me at a disadvantage for this and we shall see how this turns out.

Monday my first class begins at 8:00 AM.  I must rise at 4:45 to make the subway by 6:15, to make the train station by 6:50, to arrive fresh, crisp and organized in class by 8:00 AM.  Yikes!