Drab details: an account of me trying to register for classes

Bang!

11:35pm hit and with the ferocity of a gun shot at the starting line, I started registering for classes.

This will be my last semester at UF if all goes well.

I wanted applied magazines to be my capstone class, but the class was full. I was optimistic, but expecting this to happen.

A reference to the finishing stone that forms the top of a masonry wall in architecture, the capstone class is traditionally one of the last classes you take in journalism. It represents your specialization in journalism, whether photography, news, editing, online or magazine.

The applied magazines class is also known as “The Orange and Blue” class. Every semester a new theme is chosen by the class and positions delegated to classmates. Every story ties to the magazine’s theme. I think “skin” was a recent one.

The class I was forced to take for the moment is the confusingly and similarly named, magazine productions. This class works on the alumni magazine. It is essentially PR for the journalism college. I dread being stuck as a cog in this machine, interviewing professors and gloating about the achievements of the university.

Usually, this would be remedied by a few visits to the always helpful front office. As a soon-to-graduate senior, I get special attention. But alas, I am all the way in Dublin and at such a crucial time!

Hopefully, it all works out. The end of my undergraduate studies is going to be stressful enough. I want to have a little fun.

For the moment (and this will not likely change), I am also signed up for law of mass communication, ethics in journalism and beginning intensive German part 2.

These are the last things I need to graduate along with the capstone.

Here’s to a vague future.

~ by shawp on November 5, 2009.