I did something amazing this weekend. As I'm sure those of you who know me through other social mediums will know, there was a 24 hour broadcast being put on by the DCU Media Production Society. I had wanted to be a part of this since I first heard about it, and I am so glad that I did.
It was an absolutely unbelievable experience. My only regret is that I didn't manage the full 24 hours. (I crashed and went home for a 4 hour nap). Most of what I did was manage the sound. I could've sat behind that mixing desk for 48 hours if they'd have let me. After four hours, they made me take a break, so I went annoying people armed with a squeezy horn of some sort, and a megaphone with some annoying effects. Oh, and I fraped a few people too. Nobody felt safe in the building with me around! I went back on the sound desk for the last 3 hours, and finished off the broadcast there. It was an absolutely fantastic experience, and I got to meet so many cool people, as well as witness some absolutely fantastic TV. (Drama Soc were unbelievable, the talking plant thing had me in stitches!)
Back to giving out now...
I'm still fucking unemployed. I have 6 weeks to get myself some work up here or else I am absolutely fucked for the summer. Fucked. I don't particularly want to spend my summer at home, in the land where sobriety is socially unacceptable unless you are a comic genius. Which I am not. It's also a land where you must be able to drive in order to do anything. I amn't able to drive. I have no interest in driving yet, it's far too expensive. My dad thinks it's a fantastic idea to get me driving, but that's purely so I can drive him up to Dublin, and that's it. I don't need to drive, I'm in college in fucking Dublin, for crying out loud. I live a three minute walk away from the college (for now) and a ten minute bus away from everything I could possibly ever want in the city centre. What the fuck could I possibly need a car for? To go home? And sure why would I want to do that?
Really starting to hate my course here in college. Not because it's extremely difficult, but because a certain group in the class are starting to annoy the fuck out of me. I have stopped going to some lectures just because the sight of some of these people can ruin a prefectly good day. Friday night, just as things were starting to kick off in the 24 hour broadcast, my phone beeps for a facebook message. "Hey Seán, have a look at the class facebok page, you need to say something funny to them". I got worried, what could possibly have been going on? I won't delve into it, but it was the most childish fucking thing I had ever seen. The class then just started abusing each other. I was amazed. A class of future teachers arguing, bickering, and just taking the piss. I could not believe my fucking eyes. I deleted the whole post, with all the comments, and just told them to cop on.
Then I got fucking messages asking why I deleted it. Some of them were abusive. I could not fucking believe what I was seeing. I'm the youngest person in this class, but I feel years older than some of these dickheads. This experience made me thankful for a few things:
- The group of people in my class who don't act like fucking twelve year olds.
- Societies in college. I have made some amazing friends and had some amazing experiences because of my involvement in societies, and they have probably kept me from dropping out of this shitty course.
- Home learning.
Now that I've that off my chest, I might aswell get up and do something with this day.
Or I might just go back to bed.
It was an absolutely unbelievable experience. My only regret is that I didn't manage the full 24 hours. (I crashed and went home for a 4 hour nap). Most of what I did was manage the sound. I could've sat behind that mixing desk for 48 hours if they'd have let me. After four hours, they made me take a break, so I went annoying people armed with a squeezy horn of some sort, and a megaphone with some annoying effects. Oh, and I fraped a few people too. Nobody felt safe in the building with me around! I went back on the sound desk for the last 3 hours, and finished off the broadcast there. It was an absolutely fantastic experience, and I got to meet so many cool people, as well as witness some absolutely fantastic TV. (Drama Soc were unbelievable, the talking plant thing had me in stitches!)
Back to giving out now...
I'm still fucking unemployed. I have 6 weeks to get myself some work up here or else I am absolutely fucked for the summer. Fucked. I don't particularly want to spend my summer at home, in the land where sobriety is socially unacceptable unless you are a comic genius. Which I am not. It's also a land where you must be able to drive in order to do anything. I amn't able to drive. I have no interest in driving yet, it's far too expensive. My dad thinks it's a fantastic idea to get me driving, but that's purely so I can drive him up to Dublin, and that's it. I don't need to drive, I'm in college in fucking Dublin, for crying out loud. I live a three minute walk away from the college (for now) and a ten minute bus away from everything I could possibly ever want in the city centre. What the fuck could I possibly need a car for? To go home? And sure why would I want to do that?
Really starting to hate my course here in college. Not because it's extremely difficult, but because a certain group in the class are starting to annoy the fuck out of me. I have stopped going to some lectures just because the sight of some of these people can ruin a prefectly good day. Friday night, just as things were starting to kick off in the 24 hour broadcast, my phone beeps for a facebook message. "Hey Seán, have a look at the class facebok page, you need to say something funny to them". I got worried, what could possibly have been going on? I won't delve into it, but it was the most childish fucking thing I had ever seen. The class then just started abusing each other. I was amazed. A class of future teachers arguing, bickering, and just taking the piss. I could not believe my fucking eyes. I deleted the whole post, with all the comments, and just told them to cop on.
Then I got fucking messages asking why I deleted it. Some of them were abusive. I could not fucking believe what I was seeing. I'm the youngest person in this class, but I feel years older than some of these dickheads. This experience made me thankful for a few things:
- The group of people in my class who don't act like fucking twelve year olds.
- Societies in college. I have made some amazing friends and had some amazing experiences because of my involvement in societies, and they have probably kept me from dropping out of this shitty course.
- Home learning.
Now that I've that off my chest, I might aswell get up and do something with this day.
Or I might just go back to bed.
