Well, this is it, my last class and my last post. I wrote that I had 23 posts on my posting matrix and that was right. The last two posts that I have had to write this afternoon are only the Podcasting project, which we only completed this morning, so I did not have time to write it, and this last class post, which I knew I was going to write.
I spent most of the class a bit depressed actually. Not about the class ending, but about the fact that yesterday I lost my Mass Communications binder in the Commons Area. I was working at one of the computers and the keyboard did not have a stand, it was broken. I went into my bag grabbed my Mass Comm. binder and put it under the keyboard, so that it didn’t lay flat and I could type more comfortably. When I left I forgot it under the keyboard. That was around 1 p.m. At 2:30 p.m., I had just sat down in Lecture room 117 and opened my bag to get my notebook out and realized I didn’t have my Mass Comm. binder with me. I completely panicked. The last time I remembered seeing it was under the key board, and of course, it wasn’t there. I checked all the garbages, asked at the Lost& Found and even retraced my steps to both the William’s Cafe lunch room and the Humber lunch area. Nothing.
When Professor Lipton asked, “Why are you taking notes? There’s no final exam in this class. I just want you to listen.” He was talking to me. I was furiously taking notes in class. I took notes about the readings. I wrote down quotes that I wanted to write about in my blog. I had a blog list. I had doodles in it, little notes to myself about stuff I needed to do. Every hand-out I ever received in class is in that binder. I even had one set of class notes from my Web Design class, an outline for a corporate paper I did in Media Structure and Policy, an old personal budget (from September), and I think, the roster of the Montreal Canadiens, my favourite hockey team.
I cannot tell you how upset I was about it. It is personal. When Professor Lipton asked, “Why are you writing?” I wanted to answer because it is a record of this class. It is physical. Something that I can go back to and look at, review at will, remember. I feel like I have just lost my memories of this class.
The only thing I did not lose was the syllabus and my essay diary. They were separate from my notebook because I use them so often. The syllabus I looked at every week, at least. It has notes on it as well, things are underlined or question marked. I referred to it often, so I kept it with my MLA handbook, which I also referred to often.
My essay diary is in one of those grade school exercise books. I wrote all the quotes that I wanted to use in my essay in that diary. My thesis statement, an outline, ideas that I originally had for an essay, but rejected. Stuff, I am sure, Professor Lipton wanted to see in a post, but unfortunately, the post isn’t mobile. That’s the big difference really. If I had lost the syllabus and the diary along with my notebook I probably would have cried.
I had hoped that whoever had found it would return it to the lost and found. The binder is worth $2. The work inside is three months worth and more. They could keep the damn binder. And that’s the thing, I’m sure whoever walked off with it is probably keeping the binder and tossing the work inside into the garbage. That sucks. Anyways, I’m really upset about it because now I don’t have a record of this class. I even lost my autobiography, although I do have it digitally. But, all those notes….
A poor way to the end the semester.
