It’s the end of an era.
Okay not really. It’s the end of my journalism 2150 class at Mizzou though. It’s a bit sad, but a bit nice. The reason I’m most afraid of leaving this class is to go into the other ones. This one was fun and I learned relatively quickly. Let’s just hope the others turn out the same way… which is doubtful because everyone freaks out about them.
I’m actually considered taking less hours next semester because I’m so intimidated.
I don’t think any assigned work in this class was unreasonable. I think it was interesting if anything in particular. However, I just wish everything was more focused. We did it, but we didn’t know why we did. At least for the blogs, and maybe twitter.
The blog is a good way to attempt to keep tabs on people and their attendance at lecture, but it’s not very helpful otherwise.
Except it was the first time I ever made a blog, and that helped me prepare for doing another blog.
I still hate twitter though. I think I hate it more now. I’ve tweeted, and tweeted. There’s no point to it though. It is a good way to find info from the news, sometimes. I just can’t grasp the importance of hashtagging #girlproblems or something of the sort.
I enjoyed using the cameras, but I still basically have no idea how to use them. I still have major grammar issues, but that’s for another class to handle. I did learn a little more about reporting. Not the boring reporting but the fun stuff. The kind that I want to do: Finding stories.