There’s no more production schedule. We published our last issue three weeks ago. The editorial board dinner and awards luncheon have both happened, and we are at the part of the semester when we turn in our semester reflection papers and find out what positions we will hold on the paper next semester.
It’s a bittersweet feeling. I miss the rush of trying to get things done already. I never knew I loved student journalism so much until this semester. So much work goes into putting a paper together. We learn and experience a lot.
When fall comes, I’ll be ready for it all over again.
I just wrote a column about the miscommunications that occur between me and my man friend. I think it is hilarious, but when he reads it, he will probably be annoyed. He will be annoyed even though I have stated all the things I say in the column to him face to face. He has heard all of this before, but he will still be annoyed, further proving my point that men don’t pay attention to the details.
I’ve said this to you before, honey.
email from a reader…
Last night, I got an email from a fellow EC student about my rape column. She wanted to let me know that she had read and appreciated the column, and she encouraged me to keep doing what I’m doing.
It’s one thing for my advisers or my peers to tell me that I am doing a good job, but to hear it straight from a reader?
Well that just made my day.
There is a certain level of excitement that builds as I am working on story. When the pieces begin to fall together, and the ideas jump around inside my head fighting to be at the forefront, I feel an adrenalin rush that I liken to a runner’s high. Maybe there is a such thing as writer’s high. Whatever it is, it’s gets me all worked up imagining the possibilities. You start out seeking information on one topic, and as you go through the process of gathering facts, several other stories fall into your lap.
This is what is happening as I research the story I am writing about the student health center.