Week One - Journalism Homework - Due Midnight 9/14/05

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You have till midnight next Wednesday to get these submitted. If you want to be certain of the requirements for each course, they can be found here.

Journalism 101
100 words on the topic of your choice.

Journalism 201
150 words on alcohol.

Journalism 301
200 truthful words on the topic of your choice.

Advanced Journalism
100 riveting, truthful words on a topic of personal interest.

Combat Journalism
100-150 words in a slanted article on legalizing child labor. Pro or Con is your choice – the object is to stir up a heated reaction.

Photojournalism has no homework until I’ve been informed what sort of equipment the students have gotten hold of.

Please be sure to put which course your response is for in the subject line of your comment for easier grading. This post and all other homework posts will be added to the memories section of my journal so that you can find it again to post when your homework is complete. On Tuesday morning of next week I’ll post a reminder and a link back to this entry.

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Journalism 301

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You get used to the staring. It happens so often that you forget what it means; you think they stare at everyone. Sometimes you even look to see if you have food on your face or if you have buttoned your dress crookedly. You get used to the double-takes, the confused looks, the children tugging their mothers’ sleeves and pointing. You get used to the inevitable reactions from everyone, friend and acquaintance and stranger, the first or fifth or fiftieth time they see your face.

You get used to the snide remarks, the people who say the same tired jokes that you have heard for your entire life. “Green as sin,” they say. “Did your mother sleep with an elf?” and my personal favorite, “Not everything in the Emerald City is green.” You get used to the racism that cannot even be confined to a race because as far as you know, as far as anyone knows, you are the only one. Oneism. You get used to being hated at first sight.

You get used to your color. You get used to being different. You tell yourself you don’t mind. Really, you don’t.

You never get used to hating yourself.