Technically today wasn’t day 1 because there was a lecture yesterday. But, thanks to UWI’s stellar scheduling skills, I missed it altogether. Oh well…
So I’ll admit — I went into COMS 3901 with a bit of trepidation (something the head lecturer said about students losing their minds). But there is also the prospect of a lighter workload and extra credit in case of emergencies, which outweighed the loss of sanity bit.
My first impressions — the course package is ridiculously huge. Larger than the one I had for COMS 2102 (and that was an uphill battle to get through). Our teacher for the course, thankfully, isn’t any of the COMS lecturers, but the trade-off is one of the more obnoxious tutors in our section. But she’s still more manageable than a fully-grown lecturer type. And the course outline at a glance is chock full of theories, perspectives and some terminology lecturers were afraid to explain to our feeble minds in earlier years, lest they explode. So yeah, fun times for all.
Today’s topic, however, turned out to be a basic intro into what tertiary education constitutes a theory. Truth be told I didn’t pay much attention; the most of it came from my early Sociology courses. But our tutor did a good job of explaining things — she was concise and on the mark on everything. Except on her view that Picasso’s Cubism is an example of Modernism — seeing that Cubism was essentially a form of resistance against traditional art, I’d place it under Postmodernism (but I stand to be corrected on that).
And you could count the number of people who were interacting on your hand. Somewhat usual, but at least I’m not the only pedantic nerd in the room.
So let’s see… Seven hours of this every week for the entire late May to early September period? Doable. As long as the pace is good, the debates are hot, and I can come out feeling as if I learned something, things will be fine.
#SummerSchool day 1: Modernism vs Postmodernism. (Taken with Instagram at University of the West Indies (UWI))
Methinks I’m having one of those moments. Right now. At one in the morning.
There’s this invisible tether that wraps around both my hands and my mind, holding something back. Holding me back. And I’m looking to people around me, the interwebs, my video games, and even my dog to break me free.
But there’s one small problem — they can’t help me. Because the only one who can say these tethers exist is me. Which means I’m effectively in control of them.
And you know what? I want to write. I want to draw. I want to sing. I want to do all sorts of shit because I can. So instead of waiting for a miracle to coem find me, I’ll make one myself (this should be fun).
Time to kick it up a notch.
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you don’t like Nutella? :o
Nope. Not a fan of it :/
So cute! except for what she’s eating. Yuck.
(via Facebook)
I’m of two minds about this — it fucking hurts, but then there’s the advantage of not having to interact with people today because I can’t speak.
You know what? I’m gonna live with it for now. Honey and lime, until my certified quack gets into his office so he could prescribe some strong drugs for me.
Second officer on the left is seriously contemplating grabbing one! XD
He should have. That would make my day.
Your doodle is going to cause a massive loss in productivity today as I try to make nerdcore all day! (>_<)
Montreal student protests. Hilarity factor level two.
(via Facebook)