Waking up to the feeling of the still constrained four walls around you, minus the one walk that could be possible if you would want to risk the cold, frosty evenings. Third-year was meant to be the joys and stress of deadlines and wild last-minute nights out instead, it's, the odd feeling of being lost, finding the ways to motivate yourself and somehow not sleeping into the early afternoons.
We all knew what was going to happen when we stepped into the final year of university, as the second year abruptly ended. But it wasn't the minute I embraced the first moments of this year that I found myself annoyance to the repetitive zoom quizzes and staring outside through the kitchen window as I procrastinate into the wonders of my imagination.
As my first university project crept behind me, I was somewhat ready to kick off this year. Behind a series of meetings and my own time to plan the main perspective, I adjusted to the flexible structure I inhabited and delved straight into my work. From arranging interviews to reading a range of journals, I felt like I was heading into the right direction to complete this multimedia project. However, after a few days of complementation, I found myself hitting a brick wall. The thought of expanding my idea became harder and harder as I looked through a way to find an original idea. Even though momentum lost track and I found myself questioning what to do, I diverted my attention to a series of NCTJ exams.
After a few weeks of keeping myself to revision and trying to succeed in my exams, I became aware of what I wanted to do for my MMP. With the back of another zoom meeting, I twisted and turned my emails and, Twitter replies to capture the right interviews and started to feel confident in what I was producing. With new ways of interviewing and capturing data, I was becoming acceptable to the life we were living in and understanding the new concept of journalism.
With a few mishaps from one end to the other, working towards a deadline in the middle of a pandemic is not something I enjoy but, as human beings, I have adapted to new forms. Saying that as my deadline appears round the creaking door, I have ignored and re-learnt Adobe amid the nights of lockdown. I have caught myself in a bit of a predicament in which only I can get out of. Whilst my emotions are on a rollercoaster of a lifetime; I am finally finishing the final touches of this project.
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