Everywhere there are journalists. There are people who have been here for an hour who I haven't really seen since September and there are people who have been here all week - including those treasured days that begin with S! Everyone is trying their best to put into practice everything we have been taught in the last three years. It's a productive atmosphere and here I am BLOGGING!! Do I feel guilty? Yes but only because I feel an iherant guilt when it comes to group projects. I'd rather be the guy that does way too much than the guy who does too little. I am allergic to laziness - literally. I am also allergic to the misuse of "literally". Aahhchoo!
I sometimes opine that this class contains many intelligent people but very few journalists. In this environment, I doubt that feeling. Certain people are floating around doing nothing and some people are looking and acting terribly busy and engaged while being neither. The remainder are busy and actually journalising. One person in particular has been absent for most of the project and have epitomised laziness when they finally arrived and began barking orders. Is there anything worse than those who dish out orders that they are not willing to follow themselves? Perhaps only those who criticise for the very transgressions that they commit themselves. People and glasshouses and all that...
Hours away from production and the place is buzzing yet relaxed because we are confident that we will have everything done. My whole semester has been like that...mostly at least! There has been so much done and so much more to do but it will be done and done well and on time. I am proud of all of us. If I didn't have an essay, an exam, a large assignment and several other smaller pieces due in the next few days a few beers would have been nice.
Here comes the finish line and we are Usain Bolt, cantering but doing it better than anyone else.
