


BluntRedPenicil, a fellow journ-student blog, falls under the spot light. It seemingly fails to impress with its very basic layout that looks slightly dull, although it saves one having to search the site to get around. I also miss the “About” box somewhere close to the top of the page. There is also the issue of consistency, with different fonts and font colours being used, and occasional typo or spelling errors occur. There is however a “blog archive” section on the right-hand tab that further eases navigation, and there are also some pictures uploaded.The blog posts are uncomplicated, but do not focus on the core issues like why are rap music is said to be evil; why corrupt ministers are allowed do what they do; or why global warming is accelerating at such a speed. The blog posts mainly state the facts that have been presented already. They elaborate, but do not analyse or explain. Punctuation is mediocre. Most sentences are not properly constructed, and this makes reading the posts more difficult.
The layout of the blog is very attractive. It lures you to read the stories that are there. It is very uncluttered and organised. Bright pale colours are used to make this blog generally reader friendly. However, the font is small, so this might be a problem for those who are long-sighted.
This blog is perfect for those who cannot stand reading intensely analytical stories. It is for those who have simple minds, which cannot absorb in-depth and critical blogging.
My res mate shrieks out to me. “Ruth! What the hell are you doing?”“What does it look like?” I ask. “I am walking with a book on my head.”I groan inside. She is walking with a cute guy. I groan again. He probably thinks that I am a confused student who is having an identity crisis. “Are you working on your posture?” she asks. “No!” I vehemently deny. “It’s for journ. Can you believe it?” I sound so ludicrous. I continue to walk. A girl passes me with an amused look on her face. Another passes me without even batting an eyelid in my direction. It seems as if students who walk with books on their heads are normal to her. There is a puzzled look on another girl’s face. She probably did not expect such odd behaviour from me.
My body is tense and although it is not hot, I feel myself perspiring. I can feel…no, I can hear the blood rushing to my brain. My friend Yolanda passes me with some of her friends. She tolerantly looks at me and says like a mother would, “Ruth, I worry about you sometimes.” I chuckle uncomfortably, and carry on walking. The book nearly falls off my head, and intense devilish sniggers creep up from behind me. Two male students are obviously enjoying the free live comedy they are getting. I step into Eden Grove, swinging my hips, trying to look like an African woman who is practising her cultural obligation. It does not work.
When I get into the Eden Grove Blue lecture room, I quickly remove the book from my head, and I calmly settle in my seat. That was quite an experience. However, it is good to be back to my normal self, my normal, sane, composed and lady-like self.