The hardest thing about writing is knowing where to start, as with many things in life. Stephan King once stated “The scariest moment is always just before you start.” It got me thinking and made me realise that, like the beginning of a race or the start of a new year, I had to force myself to overcome my doubts and leave behind the idea that I had to craft the perfect blog piece. So here I am, attempting to write about the past week and catch up on the blog posts that I forgot/ignored. The only logical way I thought could start this post is to begin at the end. The end of the week marks the beginning of a new one. It’s a day before my 19th birthday and i’m sitting at my computer wondering how I made it this far. Birthdays are meant to be a momentous milestone yet I feel as if its just another day. The more I think about turning this age the more it scares me. It makes me feel vulnerable, It makes me nervous that I have one year left of being technically classified as a teenager before I step into the realm of being a fully fledged adult.
I remember looking up to people my age when I was younger believing that they had everything worked out. Yet here I am and I feel as lost as I ever have. I feel as if I’ve been dropped in the middle of the desert without a compass or a map and told “Make your own way back home” I guess it comes back to Kings quote addressing the fact that this is a new chapter of my life and I have to embrace it. Like the beginning of a blog post where your fingers seem stuck hovering above the key board, I just have to start, I have to get out there and make the most of this new beginning. One door may have closed yet a million other ones have opened for me to enjoy and explore. I need to trust myself and go with my gut instinct and pave my own map in this world because there are no preconfigured guidelines telling me how my life will turn out. Tomorrows my birthday and i’m going to embrace it, take advantage of this new phase of my life.
Unlike my naive speculation about my adult years I can now acknowledge that I have no expectations to live up to. There is no right or wrong way, there is no perfect life; we have the ability to shape it the way we want too and that is something that I am truly excited about.
I am reluctant to go on, yet here is a brief summary of the past week in Media.
Day 1: Pretty exciting, the stairs are faster, learning the ins and outs of the campus, finding some mates, I sat next too some pretty interesting people in class, we learnt about different learning styles, Im pretty sure I have low tolerance for boredom, Media is not boring, two hour breaks are good way to explore the city… I explored what I wanted to get out of the course:
- Write stories and explain ideas clearly
- Public speaking/presentation skills
- Edit films better
- How to advertise/appeal to an audience
- Create a network of friends
- How to direct films better
- Learn more about Asian culture
- Get better with composition and lighting
- Learn more about the history if media
- Learn more about the international market and economy
Day 2: Work shops are awesome, how the hell do I complete the self portrait task…i’m still questioning this! I’m in a pretty cool class, 3 hours seemed pretty long, but its pretty short when you actually enjoy something, I need to read more news, Learn’t how to blog, I realised that this is the course for me.
Films I recently watched:
- Boyhood
- Mud
What i’m listening to:
Hot since 82
AIPIF (An Interesting Photo I Found)
