Trying My Best

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There are two things I wish to talk about: fealty and falling short. Being in journalism/part of the photography section has helped me learn more about myself, and it’s the strangest thing. I never really assumed that a class could change me–and, no, I’m not talking some crazy new enlightenment or anything–simply, the things I do in the class are allowing me to discover new things about myself; I’m glad I met Nataly.

On my birthday, I spent my lunch period snapping photos of sushi… Fun, right? Actually, it was, which surprised me. I’m not going to bother lying and say that I wasn’t upset once I realized the date of HungryMav; It’s not like it would take super long, but I wanted to spend that lunch period with friends–reasonably. But, I also realized that it’s part of my job as a photographer and I signed up to do work. So, ultimately, there was no reason for me to sit and complain when I could just do the work that I promised others.

Responsibility is crazy thing, isn’t it?

The crazy thing was, I wasn’t bothered in the slightest way when I found myself behind the lens. Photography is something that I’m truly interested in and I couldn’t be more thankful for that; if I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t have enjoyed spending time with dead fish…

With that, I did manage to hit a bump in the road: scheduling! It can beĀ so difficult! Not in the sense that I never had time to do anything, because, let’s be honest, I’m lucky if I ever do anything with my life outside of this class, but the fact that I have to work with people who have schedules of their own. For this cycle, I needed to reach out to specific people in order to meet with them for a few photos needed for the paper. Which, is a usually easy processĀ since people are typically very flexible and willing to cooperate–not that the people I was in contact with wasn’t thrilled to be in front of the lens or anything like that, simply, they had otherĀ things to do. I totally get that! Trust me, I do; they had other commitments as do I, and any other human being on the planet for that matter.

Essentially, this led to e-mailing back & forth while trying–for the life of me–to not be pesky andĀ deciding to meet when it would never actually happen. My teacher (hi Hardcastle) always reminds our class that we can’t survive on an attitude of well, I tried, so it’s not my fault. Actually, it kind of is if you only “tried” once! If you want to get something done, you have to do it yourself and for this cycle, I did it myself.

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Pertinaciously Dogmatic… At Least I Thought

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As many people do, I joined journalism for the writing aspect of the course; to be quite honest, I had little to no clue about the sections established in the class let alone what I wanted to do. At the beginning of the year, we were given a Ā digest of each section and almost immediately, my heart was set on opinion. I went through photography and working on the web to finally land myself in opinion for a cycle. It was an exciting experience and I enjoyed the work, don’t get me wrong, it just wasn’t what I expected.

The cycle itself was easy, the format and options for me in terms of what to write about was actually fairly liberating in the smallest sense–not that writing in web was terrible, I practically loved the pace of each story, it’s just that opinion had less restrictions in terms of the writing style in general. I did like that about opinion; it was my favorite thing about being in this section, by far. The thing is, I found that I try to censor/restrict myself when not needed at most times. I blame myself for worrying more about the people who would eventually read my words versus sharing everything that I wished to express. My biggest challenge, by far, was finding a way to voice my opinion without letting myself stress over what others would think. I mean, after all, it isĀ my opinion.

Despite trying to cut off my own words, I’m proud with what I’ve managed to produce. I can easily say that I chose to write about something that I am more than passionate about; making it easy to explain my opinion. I’ve never written for the paper until now and I can say that I’m 100% full of gratification knowing that I pushed myself to do something that I would otherwise be terrified to do. I’ve found that opinion, and journalism as a whole for that matter, has been nothing but edification–I’m not as timid as before. I’m still shy, don’t get me wrong I haven’t had this sudden enlightenment or something of the sort. But, my character has grown more than I can handle… and I kind of love it.