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Tuesday, 6 July 2010

The next step (rambling imminent).

My, how this year has flown by. It seems like yesterday I opened my blinds to yet another dismal snow-day, and read an email from The Journalist works. I found out our course would be delayed for a week due to the snow, not that I couldn't have guessed it, but it was the final straw for me.

The first day excited my inner child, building snowmen with my brother and taking photos of the south downs dressed in snow. Then the second day had me thinking "these last two days were nice, but I would like to go out now please." So when it had come up to nearly a week, it can be said that the pretty, dressed up downs were beginning to look like London tower blocks to me. (Boring, depressing and ugly).

On the sixth day my Dad and me ventured out to Eastbourne, only to be caught in a mini-blizzard an hour after our arrival. After arriving back in Brighton we headed to ASDA, which was fine, as the roads were pretty clear until we reached Bevendean. Icy roads, icy pavements, and students sliding along with their beer and bread, greeted us as we drove up to our house. Did I mention we live at the top of a hill? After 20 minutes of trying to drive a few yards, we managed to conquer the hill, and then the bus ruined it. As the bus had snow chains, wouldn't it have been easier for the sodding bus driver to stay out of the way and let us park? Apparently not, as my Dad was forced to reverse down the extremely treacherous hill.

I am probably one of the only people who didn't blame the council for this, as it is impossible to clear every single road in Brighton.

Suffice to say, I was glad once we started the course! (It meant the snow had started to melt, and I could finally get stuck in).

It was soon enough that we started, judged everyone, made friends, got drunk, studied hard, laughed harder, and even shed some tears along the way. Who would have thought journalism could be so emotionally draining? (It was all worth it though, despite the fact that I don't have a job yet).

What is my next step now? Well, I managed to fail public affairs 1 and 2, mainly due to the fact of me being cocky, thinking I would sail through those two. I set my attention on media law court and general reporting, which I passed (yay).

Short-hand evening classes and a touch-typing certificate, to prove I can actually touch type, are in order next, as well as the two re-takes. I am studying a creative writing course from home, very slowly but I am still doing it. I am also the live writer for What's On Guide Brighton, which will still keep me in journalism in some way.

I'm stuck in a rut, as I can't get a regular job, because employers think I will move on straight away. I can't get a journo job as I am in-experienced, but I need someone to give me a break. A vicious circle? Yep.

I will keep applying and writing, for now, that's the only thing I can do, I will get there in the end!

Anyway, tiredness is getting the better of me.

~ Jo

Sunday, 14 March 2010

Whatever happened to communication?

(Please note, the following blog is not a personal attack on any individual. This is just my thoughts on current communication.)

With the amount of ways we have of communicating, you would think that we would all feel pretty satisfied with our levels of socialisation. Well, I'm not.

Facebook and similar websites, seem to have replaced phone calls, text messages and even emails. The only way I seem to hear about important events in my friends lives, is through an extremely impersonal status update on Facebook!

Last week I was having a conversation with a friend of mine (in real life wouldn't you know - this is a rare event) and she told me about an event which had occurred the previous day. My friend then said to me:
" Oh, well you should know about this, it was on Facebook."
I replied: " No, I haven't been on Facebook lately."

This seemed to shock her, but she did recall her tale to me, using the ancient form of talking.

What is the point of this blog? Other than to have a rant, I hear you ask (I assume you would, as I would if another individual had written this.) I like the fact we have many ways to stay in touch (Facebook, Myspace, etc) BUT they should not, in any way, replace traditional forms of communication. These extra forms of communication, should be a way of staying in touch with friends and family you do not see on a regular basis.

In the rare occasion I manage to speak with any friends on the phone, the calls seem to be very brief, no detail seems to be needed nowadays.

When I receive a call, I answer it. If I have a missed call, I return it. I despise it when people are so busy, they can't even be bothered to pick up the phone or return your call. I feel like I have no one to talk to, unless I feel like writing the following sentence on a social networking site: " Heya hun. Hows u? Lets meet up soon yeah? Lolz! xoxoxoxo" (Note that I NEVER use such a so-called abbreviation as "u" or "lolz") Even Facebook messages seem not worthy of a reply nowadays.

Is there a hint I am missing? Maybe times have changed and others don't feel the need for proper communication. I miss phone calls and face-to-face meetings. No wonder so many people seem to be blue, or worse still, depressed.

Bring back talking and phone calls, before it is too late.

(Anyone who has any views on this subject is welcome to leave a comment.)