To be quite honest, the whole project turned me off as soon as it was assigned. I had no interest in putting context well, in to context. Of course, before I am quickly judged by you all, I do realize I was being stubborn and ignorant about the situation. Once I got over my initial fear of having to write about context, I gave it a shot and tried to dig a little bit deeper. I think I was mostly fearful because I thought this project would require me to be dry and possibly sit in a cubicle wearing a tacky suit from 1967. First I undoubtedly googled the word, I mean who doesn’t? I’m not scared to admit that google is my best friend, and just like Natalie, the other best friend, I become pretty dependent on him every once in a while. Plus, you never know what you are going to find. On that note, please excuse my French, but I didn’t find shit. Do it, google the word CONTEXT, and see what type of interesting information comes up. Then most likely like a moron, I looked over to the bed adjacent to mine and complained dramatically how google is nonsense just like the word context and that I’m giving up on life. Writing the word 6,700 times in every language would be more entertaining. Yeah, I’m pretty random, so there is a little more insight on the process of my newsletter. Randomness doesn’t always work in favor of the writer, but on the contrary, it totally can. Now I wasn’t trying to google the word to find an easy way out, but just to construe some ideas, which didn’t really work at all. So I sat down, took a look around and tried to see what I could come up with by defining context myself. I was quite surprised with the amount of thinking that was involved. I hated every thought that seemed to dash across my mind, they all completely sucked.
At this point I was probably getting a headache and was ready for my snack.Thinking is hard work. After gathering some animal crackers for moral support, and most likely some coffee so I wouldn’t have to flirt with the computer, I was back on track.
Better yet, I found myself thinking of small ideas here in there, the coffee must have been kicking in. As I walked past the mail room on the way back up to my room I noticed a magazine piled upon others and picked it up for the walk. As I flipped through the pages it got me thinking about celebrities and how easy it was for these reporters and journalists to make them appear completely different from who they actually may be. How easy it was to take everything they say completely out of CONTEXT. CONTEXT, yessss I was thinking about this word without even trying, Perfect. This is exactly what I needed to give me motivation to make this somewhat interesting for the reader as a first year freshman in college. So I dressed up in my best, usually a red robe or Mexican sweater I feel more comfortable in then my own skin, and climbed back up into thinking premises, aka my bed. From there it seemed like cake, but maybe a littler better, because I don’t really like cake unless it’s a cake that isn’t really cake, like a cookie or ice cream. I started thinking of how this would really be useful for freshmen, because I wanted to create something more than just for class, I wanted it to be useful. I came up with different ideas that would make context more relatable to my peers. Most of them sucked, but not all. I found a few strong key points that seemed appealing to me and then formed examples and such that I imagined would be most useful for my target audience. In the end of it all, it turned out to be a less painful process then I initially imagined. I guess that’s why they call it a process, you can’t skip the ingredients and preparation to make the cake, or the cookie/ice cream non-cake.
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