As I blogged about last semester, my learning community is Narratio. With the caption, “telling, relating, narrative, story,” our service project, in broad terms, is to create a story about our community. My membership in this community landed me on the fourth floor of St. Ann Hall West with my fellow female Narratio-ians: those who would hope to major in Journalism, Production, and Multimedia Arts etc. We could catch a glimpse of our male counterparts across the window on the East side of the building.
Just to re-cap, I completed three classes last semester with these students: Media and Society, our community director Dr. Sora, which turned out to largely be a history class, Thinking and Writing, a core writing class, and Biblical and Historical Prospectives. Although none of these students are my absolute best friend, I found many benefits in local study partners and we developed a sense of solidarity.
This semester, I live on the fifth floor, apart from my learning community, and I am unsure about my future in the Journalism profession. Still, I am a proud member of the Narratio community and I am enrolled in our community class, Understanding Art, with the same students. However, I recently discovered we have encountered a few setbacks. Our community project was to produce a magazine that would be distributed to the elderly folks at the senior center in the Southside. Our class was split up, much like a production company would be, and we had individual tasks that needed to be completed. As an assigned writer, my job needed to be completed first. And that, I assure, it was. Yet, apparently, somewhere along the line, tasks were not fulfilled, and our production has not yet been published. This made it difficult for us to write our final paper in Thinking and Writing – so we didn’t write it. Last week, in Understanding Art, our professor suggested we reference our papers to complete an assignment. Unfortunately, this was impossible. She was shocked to find out about the events that occurred, and is getting the project back on track.
To be honest, even though our learning community service project did not go as smoothly as planned, the bumps in the road served the biggest service possible; I am almost positive I do not want to be a journalist one day. Had it not been for this real world experience, I would not have realized how much dependence I would have on other sectors, or my personal distaste for this. I would have continued in my major, and one day, ended up very unhappy.
On the first day of my Media class, Dr. Sora said he had two goals for the semester: to either persuade us of futures in journalisms, or to prove it was not our calling or ultimate profession. I think he just may have succeeded.