Okay, no more fluffy, frivolous, 'because it was awesome' answers. Time for a little bit of introspection.
Before going for BRATs (heck, even before writing my submission essay), I did a Google blog search on it to see what previous batches had to say. I recall reading a post that said BRATs had changed the blogger's life. While I'm not too sure I can say that about myself, I know for a fact that it has changed my perception of... Well, so many things, really.
First off, I used to think journalism was all about writing. Photo journalism was unheard of by me, and I certainly would never have thought of videographers as journalists. To me (before BRATs, anyway), writing was the best way to present information, but I see now that this isn't always the case. For example, if I told you to imagine a redheaded man with a white face, green eyes, a big hat, and a bow tie, would you have this loveable character in mind?
(And, yes, I do think he is loveable. Easily my favourite character from Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland.)
This little epiphany was what started me posting pictures and photos. Besides, it makes the blog look more interesting. And colourful!
Now that I've been both behind the scenes of a video being filmed as well as in front of the video camera itself, watching movies, documentaries, TV shows, and moving pictures of any kind isn't the same anymore. I know a little bit about what goes into them and how some things are done, and as I watch, I make mental notes of it all. Documentaries are the worst, since I recognise the different styles of videoing and interviewing -- voiceovers, subtitles, stand-uppers... It's lucky that I don't watch very many of them, then, hehe.
I got to do so many things that I wouldn't have been able to do normally. (The Soulja Boy (Crank That) dance, anyone?) My stand-upper interview, no matter how sucky, was a new and definitely interesting experience. Interviewing alone was an experience in itself, really -- you got all sorts of people. Luckily for us, most of them were nice enough and willing to answer our clumsy questions.
Speaking of people, there's something else I really liked about BRATs. When you mingle with people there, no one knows who you are, what you're like, or where you come from. They don't know how old you are, how well you do in school, or whether or not you're well-to-do. And, really, it's only the first two that matter. Everyone mingles with everyone else, and the loose 'cliques' that were formed were based solely on personality.
That was nice. That's the way it should be.
It's been exactly a week since BRATs ended and we all bade each other farewell. I'm still missing you goons.
BRATs withdrawal syndrome -- it exists.