I'm not sure what it is, but this week seems to be happening in extreme slow motion. I keep waiting for the familiar stress of print deadlines, arranging times to do photo shoots (I find that word so obnoxious), papers to write, and so on-- but it all seems very anti-climactic. I have a feeling it might be due to my photo summer on steroids, but I'm really not feeling so hot about all this, and I'm not sure why. Maybe it's senioritis. I'm hoping my enthusiasm kicks back up again soon.
Today I had my Photojournalism 1 class, Photo as a Narrative, taught by the rather formidable RIT icon of Owen Butler. I'm a little nervous about how the class is going to go, but he's already brought up some important questions and prompted some introspection. Why did I choose to come to RIT to spend tons of money on some sort of idealized, fanciful notion of a liberal education, when that money could be put toward any other education I desired, or used to help other people or given to charities, or any thing we claim to care about.
Our first assignment is to be done using our cell phone cameras and then make black-and-white inkjet prints of them, since, "you use your cell phones more than you take pictures, and it might as well be worthwhile." Ugh. He's right.
Between that, I've finished my first newswriting assignment and am trying to figure out how I'll afford the textbooks for the rest of my classes. Somehow a $100 book on ethics just doesn't seem right; why can't we just read J.S. Mill or something?
It's nearly 1 in the morning. I have to go to bed now.
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