This month is going to be a shitstorm for me. She says, blissfully typing away not at all procrastinating from revising the entire contents of the McNaes Essential Law for Journalists tome. Usually when facing terrifiying exams like this, before the 11th hour when I cram furiously I tend to just hide in the gym. [...]
Archive for the ‘University’ Category
Newbies and the NCTJ Exams
January 6, 2009
Teeline Shorthand, a baptism of fire.
October 1, 2008
Day one of training to be a journalist has just come to a close… or rather it came to a close nearer 4:00pm today and I have been both worrying away at my exercise book plus stuffing my face in response to it. Week one is solely Shorthand based – shorthand in this particular industry [...]
My Curry Autobiography
August 1, 2008
There’s nothing more satisfying than successfully blackmailing your boyfriend to drive 200 miles to see you with only the two syllibal word, bhuna, to coax out those car keys. Luckily, A and myself have a mutual penchant for Indian food from only a select number of restaurants countywide that do our favourite dishes well enough. [...]
So – I’m on the student breadline. At least I’m not a crack head.
June 8, 2008
When I go into work tomorrow and I am asked by my least favorite colleague who is always in before me to give me jobs to do even though she has no authority whatsoever, “Have a good weekend?” I shall respond appropriately with “Yeah, you?” In actual fact this weekend has been one of those [...]
A Levels and a good Degree – what am I doing here?!
June 7, 2008
Further to my previous post – Sellotaped Together Relationship – I feel it is imperative that I state that maybe, just maybe the inspiration for such an emotionally-driven blog (uncharacteristically so) was perhaps due to a hormone imbalance. I am not making an excuse but I have been a little wobbly recently. I think it [...]
Journalism’s Joker of the Pack
February 9, 2008
Journalism is a scary place. After amonths of fretting I have scored myself a place on a Journalism course at a reputed institute. The interview was hellish and I managed to muddle through just-about without crying or storming out. I didn’t even flicker my annoyance or distress. I wonder if this is how all journalists [...]
