to be [a cadet journalist] or not to be...that is the question

If your imagination is nearly as silly as mine, then you probably have the theme song to that American Comedy series, "Police Academy" playing in your head. Or perhaps, maybe even the theme song to the Disney cartoon series, "Recess" playing in your head.

Enough about music...

Because we are part of the INL Cadet School, we have to open an accompanying blog to go along with it, which you can check out here  http://www.neocadet.blogspot.com/  (I am not very inventive with names, as you can see).

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But now, the Cadet School has got people a little confused. Besides the fact that we don't wear cadet uniforms, which is highly dissapointing, since journalists are well known for being poor dressers and an army/navy uniform might not have been a bad idea to hide our crimes against fashion. But alas, the Cadet School trust's us enough to let us pick our own clothes (bless them) as well as our own titles, it seems..

Which is where confusion on whether or not we are "cadet journalists" or simply "journalists". The logic behind the latter being that we are in a cadetship and are therefore cadets.
So my logic (which may have been taited by too much fresh air during my time in the bundus) dictates that we are all journalists and the fact that we are in a cadetship merely suggests that we are honing skills which we already possess. I mean why spend four years of your life (that you will never get back) on a journalism diploma just so you can call yourself, a "cadet journalist" a few months later?

How is anyone supposed to take us seriously if we sign off our emails with:

Regards
Neoscribes
Cadet Journalist blah blah blah??

nah, I do not think it makes any sense. And I wonder if anyone will be able to make sense of this post, which might not make any sense at all??

My new home has a fantastic view

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That is not the view from my window, but if I squint hard enough after the rain, I can convince myself that it is :)

After months of searching, I have finally found a place to rent in the middle of the Cape Town CBD and the view is fantastic. I get a view of Long Street as well as Devil's Peak (pictured) and Signal Hill on the other side.

So I get the best of both worlds but this is also because I do not have any curtains in my home, so I have no choice but to stare at my gorgeous view. All the rooms are empty, so I get a nice echo everytime I am on the phone :)

I live with my cousin and she is funny, so I am not bored living in the "Cave" as I have company and we can laugh it all off some of the things that are supposed to make us cringe.Yesturday we got a new Kettle and a Pan, it was so exciting but we realised that we do not own any cutlery so we sortalike had to measure out the coffee and sugar in our heads, which leads to interesting results.

But it is fun, we have our own place, which still needs to be fumegated but hey, one step at a time..

Back to school...seriously?

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The only phrase that comes to mind at this point is this one "sometimes you have to go back in order to go forward". If that makes any sense to you.

This means that I have now gone back to school in order to go into journalism. Instead of the pressure of the newsroom, I get to spend 8h30 to 4pm every single day in a class with 12 other aspiring journalists learning all the things "they didn't teach you in journalism school". (More on the other 12 candidates later)

I know, hardly exciting!

 All those hours spent taking notes, could be spent running up and down the CBD trying to get a first page story in one of the newspapers in the stable. But alas, I attend class after class after class and in the last two weeks I have had to create another blogspot address in which I write about my "experiences at the Cadet School" and yet another one on Vula (UCT platform) where I blog about my assignments (I kid you not).

But it is not all doom and gloom, I still get to pop in and out of the newsroom. Mingle with other journalists and hear from some of the most interesting people in the field like, Marianne Thamm, on what they think about the status of journalism and whatever else is on their minds really.

And I also get to do a grammar course, which if you have read any of my other blog post, you would agree that my spelling is terrible for a journalist.

Oh yah how can I forget, I get to call myself a journalist again, so bye bye "tree hugging"...

My cousin is back in town, yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Let's call her , Redd, because that is what she likes to call herself when she is feeling a little bold. So she got ot spend a whole month in Pretoria (lucky her) and we have been chilling the whole of today, with her telling me how it was at home. she got to spend everyday with my sister and my dad and all the people I love.

Now i miss home so much :( but i am glad she is back! yippeeeeeeee!