The Grind.

First and foremost, I apologise for the appallingly late second post of the week. But look at the bright side, I can cover a little more in this post than that of my usual writings. So here we go.

As you'd guess, my faithful readers, this post begins on the morning of Tuesday. My last post suggests that interviews were this weeks climax of action, and for all intensive purposes, they were. The nerves that came along with waiting for an interviewee to answer a simple phone call were unexpected to say the least. As a first-year student, it doesn't hit you that these people, no matter what they're status, are more than happy to speak with you. My first lesson of this having already been taught to me by Monday night. But I digress. By Friday all of my interviews had been completed, from a range of people, with similar but different walks of life. They included a young Doctorate holding lecturer, who was more than happy to talk, but a little less so for me to record. But with the power of persuasion, her 8 minute Q & A session lives on my computer today. My last interviewee being the student representative president at my university. To my surprise, an avid skateboarder and seemingly not so academic at first glance. Despite my choice of sources residing in higher places than what's expected of a first-year student to attain, they were more than happy to sit down over a coffee or two and just have idle conversation. Questions sneakily mixed in here and there. With the three interviews completed, I can now write myself a, not so life changing, story.

Now to another aspect of university life, thats not so in touch with my Journalism side. Work and employability. From the name you can probably tell how outrageously fun the work for this class is, oh how I wish it was true. The main assignment that required my utmost and unhealthily fixated attention was my online portfolio, essentially a website/resume hybrid. In particular the 1 minute video that was associated with it. You wouldn't think talking about yourself would be hard, but make it an academic requirement and suddenly your whole life draws blank. I'd say it took a little over 100 takes until I created a somewhat unscripted discussion of myself, that didn't sound like a robot reciting its base code. With which I immediately uploaded without looking back. Along with the writing and building of the site itself, I spent approximately 12 hours purely staring at my computer screen confused, with it staring right back at me, taunting my writing with red lines under every word it could find. When I eventually took down this formidable foe, I meekly made my way out of the mentally constricting walls of the university library, went home, and promptly collapsed in bed.

This week was, what I consider, extremely productive and honestly well worked. Despite my social-life on the decline as a result, the exchange of more hard work completed makes it worth while. Well at least to a point that which I can live with for the next 2 months. But needless to say, work is work, and when you're a full time university student work is life.

Next week, tomorrow, I think I'm going to take a step back from recounting my boxed-in student life and move towards expressing my thoughts, on a deeper more open level. Just for a change of pace, as my brain can only concentrate on academic papers for so long.

A word from the writer.

Josh.