First Two Days of Class

Today was the second day of classes. It feels like the second week because they're four hours long lol. We've all actually only been to one class so far (elective is mon, tues, and core class is wed, thurs). My elective is The Foreign Correspondent, bum bum BAAAAAHHHHHHH! It's very interesting. So far we've talked most about war correspondence, not very pleasant.

Our professor has shown us two videos: one on war photojournalism and another on war reporting; probably two of the most depressing films I've ever seen. There are some seriously evil things that have gone on in the world I never even knew about. Apparently there was a civil war in Bosnia circa 1995. What?

In two days I've realized even more how important journalism is. Journalists aren't liked because they ask questions and expose the truth, and the truth for Eastern Europe during this time was was running home from the grocery store before getting shot in the streets.

Crazy. It's necessary to report and document these kinds of things because people deny that ethnic cleansing occurs. When someone says "Oh, that never happened," we can say "Yes it did I just told you about it, here's a picture, direct quote, and video clip." Journalism is the closest thing to a middle finger to any idiot denying the Holocaust, Rwanda Genocide or any other example of incredible human cruelty.

Anyway, before I get too serious, I'll complain about something else.

Money! Holy Christ on a cracker I've never seen money disappear so fast in my life. I know I've said that before but it's not something that loses its impact on my soul every time it happens. I took fifty pounds out this morning and now have 10 left. And what do I have to show for it? Some cheap-ass baklava and six bananas. (Baklava.... does not taste better because it's in Europe. Noted) and I have yet to think of a way to make my bananas last 11 weeks. If anyone has ideas, let me know, because we all know how much I love a good challenge.

I think I'm going to get hopelessly lost one of these days. I almost never know where I'm going and I'm causing my flat-mates anxiety:

"Where's Sam?"

"Oh he left to get some cheap-ass baklava and bananas."

"By himself?"

"Yeah, why?"

"..."

"OH DEAR GOD WHAT HAVE WE DONE"

"CALL THE POLICE SEND A CHOPPER HE'S PROBABLY IN GUAM BY NOW"

... If we were actually in Guam I would probably be dead. That or picked up by the Russian circus... I don't know much about Guam.

Sorry this post wasn't as eventful as others, we're going to cambridge on Saturday and then Oxford on Sunday. Look forward to that! Oxford is where Platform 9 and 3/4 is. For those of you living in misery, not knowing what Harry Potter is (MYA), it's the station at which Harry takes the train to Hogwarts. I know, calm down. We're all losing our minds too.

WELP. That's all for now. Miss ya, looking forward to having something more fun to write about.

peace and looooove y'all.