One of our modules, ominously named Information Society 1, requires us to partake in a group project. The topics can range from the use of mobile phones, blogging, social networking, online gaming or instant messaging. Anyway back to the point.
Last week I was discussing the project with another girl in my course and it went something a little like this.
Me: “I have to make a start on that project.”
Her: “Eugh, I know, me too. Have your group picked a topic?”
Me: “Yeah, we’re gonna do Social Media. How about you?”
Her: “We’re doing Facebook, Bebo and all that stuff.”
Me: “Cool….” *mental cringe*
I failed to correct her.
Connect is a peer-mentoring initiative of UL’s Counselling service. Although it isn’t all about peer-mentorship, especially since there’s three years worth of trained Connect student but only fifteen students wanted to be connected this semester. They are involved with Mental Health Awareness week and are holding a “Beat The Blues” concert to highlight the importance of a person’s mental health.
A few weeks ago I decided to attend the weekend training session for students to become mentors for other students who feel that they’re lost in a sea of people on campus. Even though I initially had some doubt about attending and on the day I still had mixing feelings about going, I headed along anyway.
And I’m glad I did.
I met some really great people, ranging from a Postgraduate Research student studying bees, who is now my weekly Scrabble opponent and a Fourth year Applied Languages student who is now my Japanese language partner. So it seems even I though I went to the training session to help other students, it helped me meet other people I would have not otherwise had the chance to meet in normal everyday college.
My first week of my summer holidays is down and I’m already, I daresay, bored. I have a lot of things planned for this summer since the prospect of steady employment is highly unlikely but I think I prefer this random regime. I’m somewhat regretful to say that with all this free time, I’m afraid that my Japanese orientated consumption will be reduced since I plan to indulge in a classical literary summer. I’ve already started Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe and I can honestly say I enjoy it as much as The Beggar’s Opera by John Gay.
Tomorrow, I have another business meeting with a certain blogger about internships and I may even be able to procure a whiteboard. 🙂 I have an internship, canvassing for a summer camp and a trip to France, which will all be completed in just over three weeks. I’m also helping out and lurking behind the scenes over on election.ie and I have some of my own ideas for websites over the summer. The majority of July will be spent as a Leader in the Summer Camp but I even have extra responsibilities since I’m going to be the person in charge of the kids on the buses and to make sure that they are all present and accounted for, it’s quite a large task now that I think about it…
Anyway August will hopefully be the time when I can scrape together enough cash to attend a weekend TEFL course. In the college there is a service called Connect which helps new students adjust to college life and sometime over the holidays they have a training session for students who want to become mentors, so it would be the worst timing if it clashed with the summer camp but as far as I know it’ll be held in August. Finally, this takes us up to September and I plan to put name down as an Orientation Leader in the college for the incoming students during their first week.
So, give me recommendations of books to read over the summer. I have Homer’s The Odyssey and The Iliad but I wonder if I can get around to their allusions and heroic couplets.
Last Tuesday evening I received my essay grade on the text Oroonoko by Aphra Behn, which is worth 40% of the overall grade for the module of Restoration and Augustan Literature. The remaining 60% is an end of semester exam. The email contained all the student numbers with the corresponding grade and glancing through the list I found my grade which was a C3. A C3 is the equivalent of a scraping pass between 40% to 45% in UL, which means that out of the possible 40% of the overall module, I had only scored 16%. Needless to say, I was stunned and disheartened since I had put a lot of effort into reading the entire text and critically examining it. After allowing the initial shock to cool for a couple of days, I was spurned into action when a person in my course who lives in an inebriated state even when they do decide to attend college, scored an A1. Even worse is that a seventy two hours before the essay was due, this person asked me if we had to read the text to do the essay. Annoyed and advised by my mom, I contacted the lecturer asking to meet and discuss my grade. This is the reason why this post is being published today since I’ve gotten closure on the entire debacle, nearly a week since the results were posted.
This afternoon, I met up with one of the girl’s for lunch in college after being ensconced in the library for hours, examining the nuances within Shakespeare’s King Lear. After a chicken roll and a chocolate bar, I could feel my anxiety building and I had a feeling that I would get so annoyed I’d get upset and make a show of myself. I was meeting the lecturer at three, so I had to office hunt briefly but eventually found the room and I was still ten minutes early. I must admit, I was also sucking back on my one litre of water in anxiety and I was kinda hoping I wouldn’t spew on the lecturer due to ungraciously slugging water.
Three o’clock flashed on my phone and raptly knocking on the office door, I was invited to enter and sit down. After stating my name and business, he leafed through a bundle of papers until he fished out my essay. This lecturer in particular is noted for his dry wit and sarcasm, so when he said that the grade for my essay was actually a B1, I asked if he was kidding or if he was serious. It turned out that it was a clerical error, it seemed the copy and paste function got a bit befuddled. Handing over my essay to peruse it to my leisure, I looked at the comments on the front page which said there was a good knowledge of the text, of the MLA referencing, well defended argument and layout and construction of the paragraphs was pleasing to the eye. After seeing the grade of B1, I happily handed back the essay without looking through it. After thanking the lecturer and shaking his hand, I was monumentally relieved.
Questioning everything is an personality trait which everyone should have and I’m in such good humour that all study for the exams is cancelled for this evening in favour of a tag-team genocide of a zombie infested world.
As you may know from my bio, I’m studying New Media and English in UL. In the University nearly every course has a co-op placement for a period of six months for humanities and nine months for all other disciplines. From what information I was able to gather, the general consensus is that the co-op office rarely, if ever, manage to secure relevant positions for students.
Yesterday in UL, I happened to meet a girl that I used to go to secondary school, she’s studying Politics out in UL. She’s due to go on placement in June but she hasn’t even received an interview yet. Only two people in her course have managed to secure positions and it looks like she’ll have to go overseas if she hopes to have a chance.
This summer due to the current economic climate, it’s very doubtful I’ll be able to get a steady summer job except for the possibility of working in a summer camp for three weeks in July. So to in order to break up the summer a bit, I’m looking for a few internships in PR or publishing but any offer will be considered. My final exam is on the 15th of May so after that I’m available for the summer.
Email me: klaraflame<at>yahoo.co.uk
Many students in college have so many but remain utterly blind to them.
I can see these missed opportunities since I’m in a different position. I don’t live an campus like many of the students I know, I end up killing myself running for buses four times a day. I don’t have a leisurely twenty minute stroll to my accomodation. I cannot understand why some students fail to attend college and join societies.
As most of the societies activities are after college, it’s impossible for me to get into and out of college because of transportation issues. It’s not as simple as just to ask my parents as they’d have to wait for the activity to finish and that’s not fair on them. Learning to drive and go to these activities isn’t an option at the moment, I have to pay for lessons and insurance and during these economic times I doubt I’ll get to do it very soon. If I lived on campus, I know it would very tempting to just skip college and stay in bed all day but I’d join the Anime and Manga Soc, Journalism Soc, Writers’ Soc and Debating Soc. It’s when I see my fellow students hanging around and doing nothing irritates me.
There’s only twelve hours a week in the first year of New Media and English but even then students on campus fail to even attend this ‘stressful’ amount of hours. Perhaps I’m a wired a slightly different way to most of my peers, I make sure to get the required work of reading poems and plays finished rather than trying to shove it into my brain the final week before exams. I’m a great believer in being punctual and even if the material is uninspiring or if I genuinely dislike it, I try to invest effort paying attention.
Today we had an essay for Augustan Literature and an assignment for Sociology due. It was required that we hand in our Augustan essay for the lecture at ten but at the start of the lecture the sheer volume of people handing in their essays was phenomenal. Normally in a lecture you can recognise most of the faces but people I had never seen before in my entire life were handing up essays. Even worse is the fact that these ‘new’ students had the audacity to leave the lecture hall after handing up their work before the lecture began.
Having an attitude like this in college does not work in the favour of banning the reintroduction of third-level fees.
Opportunities are missed, lost and ignored.
Now we all love chocolate goodness except for a select few who’ve decided to forgo the ultimate in sweetness.
As I mentioned a while back on twitter, Cadbury’s promoted the Dairy Milk bar in UL. I did take some pictures but they turned out exceptionally atrocious as I forgot how to use the zoom function on my phone.
Anyway, there was music blaring out from the student courtyard and when I passed by to head to the shop, there was a circle of students, some with big crazy purple eyebrows and beards trying to see who could make the biggest facial expression to win the round. Eventually break dancers busted out their crazy moves in purple hoodie’s.
In the queue to buy my cheese and chicken roll looking at the treats, my hand wavered over a Dairy Milk bar and I thought “Do I really want this…? Awh screw it, I prefer Twirl’s.” I don’t really like how the Dairy Milk bar kinda pools like molasses, a fluffy light Twirl was in much better taste. When I left the shop, a promo person gave me free bar anyway but I donated my freebie to someone else. It does show that to even some subconscious level the promotion of the product almost made me buy a Dairy Milk.
Later in the afternoon when I was back in the city, they were set up on the main street promoting their product once again. It’s quite smart that they invest in what I presume is a national tour of the country to keep the ad in our minds after the initial shock impact has faded.
Twirls are still better. 😉