For the past two weeks now, I have had a quiz, test, exam, or paper due every single day. Every. Single. Day. Read ’em and weep. No really, weep.
All of these assignments have left me with literally no free time, save the weekends. I hate not having even an hour to myself during the week. I just hope this will all slow down soon, at least for a while. Give me a couple weeks to myself please, uni.
I have yet another exam Tuesday that I will need to study for this weekend, but right now I am eagerly awaiting the end of the work day. I have so many things I want to do tonight. Everything I’ve wanted to do all week has just built up and up and up and it’s dying for release. Catharsis of activities? I think so.
In my Media Processes and Effects class this morning, my GSI said that blogging is a form of self-reflection. I took it at face value initially, but I’ve been thinking about it a little more. At first, it made me wonder whether people assume that every blogger just writes about his or her day. I don’t always do that, my good friend Georgina doesn’t always do that… And what about fashion bloggers, political opinion bloggers, etc.?
The lecture slides define self-reflection as a process through which “people make sense of their experiences, explore [their] own cognition and self-beliefs, and alter their thinking accordingly.” I went back and read some of my old blog posts, thinking that most of them would not adhere to this definition. “When I write about things I see happening around me, things I hear about online,” I thought, “that’s not self-reflection.” Where’s the self in that, right?
Wrong. I noticed that, even when I was writing about something very much outside myself, I was still reflecting. I was reflecting on my stance on the issue, deciding what I wanted to put into words, what point I wanted to get across to my readers. Even this post–such a simple post about how I had a good time at Warped Tour and ran into the members of Simple Plan–has elements of the definition. At the very least, the final sentence, “I still kind of can’t believe how lucky we were,” conforms to the part of the definition that talks about making sense of experiences.
Yes, even fashion bloggers fit the definition. I’ve never actually read a fashion blog, but I feel safe assuming that the writers have to reflect on what they like and what’s important enough to them to post about. And political bloggers, well, that one’s obvious.
What about you? Have you ever read or written a blog post that didn’t fit the definition?
I guess my apparent obsession with proving people wrong when they make sweeping generalizations about me or a group of people I’m a part of could prove to be a good thing after all. Look at me, I’m learning! It’s like blogging suddenly has an actual purpose. I think, in a way, blogging helps me figure out who I am. All this self-reflection goes to my head, literally and in the best way possible.