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What the F@#$...

Generally wednesdays and thursday are good days. I mean they are in the middle of the week...just right. Its a bit relaxed. Well, it was till last year.

I mean till this July at least. then SCM happened!!! Frankly they should add this to their website...BEWARE!!! lolz ok. SCM is what i am doing now and ...how! Actually why? No clue. So well, now that i am a part of this big bad media world, this course and especially my head of the dept plans to make us go through every thing in media and literally! So far we have completed a radio spot& a feature, a broadcast project, dramatic exercise,Journalism beat stories and are now working towards the magazine ( a whiplash!), an ad campaign, finally A DOCUMENTARY FILM!!!!
Phew...
Well, thats not all. We have go through these hellish wednesdays and thursday to get on with this course. Wednesdays and thursdays because I belong to group 3 ( we call ourselves CRISIS_3) ok. So in a span of three hours ( 2 pm to 5 pm) we go through this...

Script..??? log book..shit incomplete= -1! Is she there yet? OH me gosh..we are so screwed! Script? whats tht? like watever...colour code? huh? da'uh! darn...i can so die. what about the structure? whats that again?
Nope. you cant go ahead.
your work is shabby, shoddy& blah..blah!
How messy and unorganised can you get?
Fucking nitwits!

Script?....disgusting.
ZILCH!
Structure..?
ZILCH!
5 pm:

the storm has died down. There is still an underlying sense of dread. Start to worry about the next wednesday again...the same all over again! yeah...what the fuck!
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