I thought it was time for me to come to the rescue and resuscitate (wow, it's been a while since I found a word that was difficult to spell. That one really stumped me.) this dead blog of ours. I appreciate Em's and Rach's efforts. The rest of you: FOR SHAME!
As aforementioned (I always wanted to use that word) by Rach, exams have indeed arrived apace. I had my French oral exam yesterday, which was so easy that it was practically a joke. We have to go in pairs so Kitty and I went together. Our French teacher loves us . . . and we hate him. He has a horrible yuk-yuk-yuk! kind of laugh and he asks the same questions over and over again. Aside from actual content questions for the oral, he kept asking us informal, unnecessary questions in the spirit of mild chatting and polite banter. It was incredibly dull. What are we doing this summer? What language do we speak at home? Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. At least it was easy.
The real exams start tonight at 7 p.m. Journalism. Last semester, we just had multiple choice for the journalism exam. But this time, our prof decided it would be fun to watch us squirm in the two-hour limit and answer 20 multiple choice questions and two essays. Albeit they're not long essays (only four pages double-spaced), but still. I'd rather not.
Naturally, as my entire future rests on my performance in those two hours, I have been cramming my head full of media history and the prospects for journalists today. And after all that I have learned, I now know that I want to build a time machine, go back in time, and knock out everyone who named the policies that govern the media. Why would anyone want to make three Broadcasting Acts and two Radiotelegraph Acts? These wishy washy people were never happy with the names of their organizations either. They created the Board of Broadcasting Governors and the Canadian Film Development Agency, only to rename them as the CRTC and Telefilm. Lame.
On the up side, my memory seems to be up to snuff. Excellent. I can't wait until this exam is over and I can just empty my brain. Then I'll have a whole week to sit around and collect dust until my next exam.
I'm sure most of you are having the same exam blues as me. Study hard, kids! We're almost done!
For those stuck in the US: I offer you my motivational fist pumps. I'd cherish those if I were you. They don't come by very often. You lucky dogs!