After a very successful and fun pyjama and pigtails party last night, I have decided upon my ultimate goal in life: to dance like Jennifer Grey. Having only ever seen the tiniest of snippets of Dirty Dancing before, watching the full movie was so awesome. I have already aquired the soundrack.
I still struggle to believe that the theory component of my course only requires one more assignment from me - a take home exam. It consists of a 4 500 word essay, minimum of 7 sources, and four days in which to do this. I have all sorts of pre-empting ideas (much copying of Frankenberg and Dyer to occur) but without having the essay topic makes this frustrating. I'm not looking forward to smacking 74 other Journ students out of the way to grab some elusive applicable reading.
After this, all theory will be history. I have loved this last course though - it's frightening, frustrating, scary, empowering to come to the realisation of your own unwitting propagation of outdated South African (even global) racial sentiments in your own work. It's heavy stuff, and I can no longer mark my J2 print tutlings' work without cringing at their word/photo/design choices. I have been given pause to analyse my own view of the world. I have been very blind, and as someone who is vehemently anti-racism, I am appalled at some of the stories I wrote before this year. Sigh, white guilt. All the negativity aside, I am grateful for this course.
I write, fresh from the Hall Brunch, where I managed my time/food ratio to the point where I was only full after having had a little taste of everything on offer. There is a caramel muffin in my room, beckoning me. If you'll excuse me...
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