This semester my college’s Writing for the Information Age class experienced what I can see as the most awful process of reshuffling and disorganization I’ve witnessed in any college course.
The semester approaches the halfway point and we’re still without a syllabus — and any lack of comprehension therein.
I have no idea what I’m supposed to be getting out of this class, we’re essentially taking print stories and re-writing them as in class exercises, which I detest for two reasons:
I already went over how to write a story, teach me something I don’t know: blogging, videography, photography, the use of web2.0 platform … something that might give me an edge among those laid off reporters.
Writing from a digested piece in the newspaper isn’t stimulating — I’m not learning about lateral storytelling, I’m not practicing new reporting methods and I feel like I can’t do a good job.
This isn’t saying it’s the fault of any instructors — it’s the fault of the students. We should be demanding a program to learn tools that are useful. Instead I feel like I’m wasting time three hours a week because there’s only one other guy in the class that truly gives a damn.
‘New’ Web class disappoints
This semester my college’s Writing for the Information Age class experienced what I can see as the most awful process of reshuffling and disorganization I’ve witnessed in any college course.
The semester approaches the halfway point and we’re still without a syllabus — and any lack of comprehension therein.
I have no idea what I’m supposed to be getting out of this class, we’re essentially taking print stories and re-writing them as in class exercises, which I detest for two reasons:
This isn’t saying it’s the fault of any instructors — it’s the fault of the students. We should be demanding a program to learn tools that are useful. Instead I feel like I’m wasting time three hours a week because there’s only one other guy in the class that truly gives a damn.
C’est la vie, eh?