My take on everything newsy

A journalism slash fashion student's take on anything newsy.

So I'm back from my breakdown. Relatively stable and content.

Last week when I was feeling lower than lowest I made myself create this Twitter account where I post news and what I think about it. Just to show I'm in there and have opinions. It doesn't hurt and it's acutally surprisingly satisfying. I know no one follows it but at least it's out there for anyone to see.

So why don't you check it out. :)

Cheerio,
Tiffany

The C word

Is it just me,or do you suddenly become solemn, slightly depressed and freakishly pressured whenever someone even mention words like "work experience", "internship", "future" or simply "it'll-look-good-on-your-CV"?

For a while there I was so happy because I thought I had overcome all of that. Obviously I haven't since I'm almost shaking my leg off in distress just by the fact that I'm writing about it.

It feels like I'm jeopordaizing my own employability by focusing on my school work. Because the real world demands a student that can balance: school, a part-time job, a social life, down time and a freaking internship. We all need to be super students or else you're doomed the second you step out of university with ONLY your degree in your rucksack.

I'm just not good enough. I can pretend that I don't do schoolwork 90% of my waking hours, but actually I am. I'm sorry, I'm SORRY that I need all of that time to study. I'm f*cking SORRY ok! The other 9% I cook, eat, go to the bathroom, get to school and get back from school. The remaining 1% is my downtime when I do stuff like Tumblr, talk to my parents, Tweet and read news. I've gotten so pressured that I feel like I need to contribute SOMETHING to my future even in my downtime, like freshen up my covering letter, blog, tweet, learn adobe indesign, look for internships etc.

It's like your whole life has to revolve around preparing for your future and being good at school is just not good enough.

I'm tired. I'm f*cking tired but it never ends.

Goodnight for now,
Tiffany

Caution, zombie passing.

So if you haven't noticed it's coursework period, and I've got a sh*t load of things to do. This week has been the most stressful so far and it's not even over!

Thursday was the worst. While my essay was due Friday I didn't realize until late Thursday that my essay was crap. So I spend the whole evening and night to rewrite it. Which resulted in only 4 hrs of sleep. I just want to say: I don't recommend it!

Anyway,  the next couple of weeks will be less intense (I hope) and I might even have time to blog.

I ahve to sort my life out now and it's stressful. How is it possible that so much pressure is put on students these days huh?!

Until we meet again,
Tiffany

Hey,

I just wanted to stop by and say: You don't want to be me right now.

Yours sincerely,
Tiffany

A heart full of Les Misérables

It's not Lei Mise-raw-ble. Actually pronounced Le Mize-rah-ble, this 25 year running musical truly lives up to every spat of expectations I had. And believe me they were yey high.

For you who haven't read Victor Hugo's 900 page novel (if it was 700 page less I would), here's a recap; it's the early 19th century and the French people are mad at the state (seriously when are they not?). It goes so far that a group of youngsters prepare revolution. The story centers Jean Valjean, a troubled man struggling to put his past as a convict behind him, but it's not easy when your arrester is still hunting you like hounddog after all these years. However as the story evolves there are more substories with various characters, such as an orphan girl who Valjean raises as a promise to her mother, a young revolutionarian torn between battle and love and a greedy innkeeper.

The story seriously pushes the boundaries of being illegally sad (Mr Hugo must have been thorugh some serious shit in his life). The characters' misery is so emminent and overwhelming, your overly-stressed-demanding life appears as a charmed. Folks with hearts of stone might even shed a tear to Fantine's "Come To Me".

How depressing the story may be, the fantastic music (despite the depressing lyrics) keeps us from falling into deep depression. My Last.fm is an great example how the music captivates and makes you sing out loud whenever and wherever. In the interval my sister remarked that they never speak, not a word, they sing all their lines. For me the singing and conveying the lines at the same time felt so natural I didn't even noticed.

Not your typical happy-go-laughing musical, Les Misérables has a wonderful moral and mindblowing music. I strongly recommend.

Cheers,

Tiffany

Court bonding

Going to court this Monday really made me think about why people commit crime.

It was my first time at court, ever, and I went there with my Media Law and Ethics class to practice court reporting (I know, fancy stuff). We had a short briefing about the court system by the Clark (and his assistant-person who was completely powerpoint illiterate). He went on and on about how drug offences were the most common crime among youngsters and other sorts of crime he had judged.

Of course it's horrible that 10 to 17 year olds shoplifts stuff at Marks & Spencer's and sell them to buy drugs, but that's just another story for me.

The first trial we went into was in the end of some guy's sentence. He was this typical, large, shaved, sweatpants kind of guy, you know. After he was done, this girl comes into the defendant's stand. She was about my age and well dressed. When the Judge (person) asked her to stand up and state her full name, her voice was trembling. She was crying.

It took a while before we realized what crime she had actually commited (because they were hearing a breach in bail condition, sry I speak law not). She was earlier found guilty of taking a car without consent (almost stealing a car).

I kept wondering to myself "why did she steal a car?". What was going on in her head at that moment? For a moment I could imagine her and 2 of her friends giggling while she took the car. All excited and didn't think she'd get caught. That's totally imaginable, almost usual.

But in court there's a whole different story. The Judge (person) sitting behind his high desk, the lawyers, the security guards, the papers... all of it is not a joke. They are serious about punishing you for whatever you've done.

It's all scary stuff.

Sincerely,
Tiffany