In a world saturated with digital manipulation, it’s important for us to stay vigilant and aware of what we are seeing. When it comes to photojournalism, we must take care to ask: is what we’re seeing authentic, or is something more going on?
We have all experienced painfully awkward encounters where every word feels like a potential misstep, leaving us second-guessing our social skills. So, what is the secret to navigating these clumsy encounters with grace?
All in all, exploring new places such as the United Kingdom has opened my eyes to the beauty of cultural norms and lifestyle choices other than our own and has left me with a newfound appreciation for them. There is truly something so special about watching firsthand the ins and outs of a different culture. I wish that everyone could have this same opportunity, so that they too might learn to find beauty in a culture and lifestyle other than their own.
Even if we can’t agree that Julian Assange is a journalist, and even if we can’t agree on support for him as a person, it is imperative that we agree on the principles of the situation. Prosecuting someone whose actions align with the daily practices and goals of journalism would be an attack on the First Amendment freedom that allows the press to give the public the news it needs.
I would encourage anyone to do things that may make them a little uncomfortable because it will help them gain new experiences. However, with that being said, it is also important to do things that will actually benefit you and to know where to draw the line.
We need to remember that it is important to be able to step back from the stress and smell the roses that spring blossoms.
The problem isn’t resources. The problem is awareness and utilization of those resources. It is impossible to ignore the fact that, beyond the required video, the university is reaching an unacceptably small portion of the student population.
Every year, I anticipate watching the Oscars, getting excited to see all the speeches, outfits and well-deserved celebrations. And every year, I leave the couch feeling a little disappointed. This year was no exception.
