Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Perchance to dream ...

Interesting developments lately ... very interesting.

First, Heather and I are going to be blocking with Rob and his roommate next year on South Campus. This will probably prove pretty interesting. I'm really glad I'll be on South again with a nice stove and my own room ... I don't know if I could deal without a stove on North Campus, even if I would have had a single. I need to cook! The applications for single rooms were due on March 23, and Heather asked me the day before they were due, so I had to make a split-second decision. I got lucky, if you ask me. I'll probably find out within a week exactly where I'll be living next year. It'll be sad not to have Ivan & Co. next door anymore. I hope, since I probably won't be working at The Daily Orange after this semester, that I'll have more time to visit them, as well as others like Andy and Little Jon.

You may know I've been working the Student Association beat for my reporting class the whole semester. I've become the SA beat reporter for The D.O. now as well. Funny story. Anna, my former assistant, left The D.O. as asst. news editor, so we had to fill her spot. We "promoted" Melanie, my assistant in news for this semester. For her spot, we hired Erin, who formerly had covered the SA beat this semester. She gave up her beat, and Laura asked me tonight at the last minute if I'd cover the meeting tonight for The D.O., since I'd been doing it for class. I agreed, attended the meeting and wrote the story. It'll run in Tuesday's D.O. After I returned, I told Laura if she ever needed anyone to cover SA again, I could do it. I suggested maybe taking the SA beat if needed. "It's yours," she said. I didn't protest. It feels good to have my byline in the paper again, and now it'll appear regularly, every Tuesday. I had been thinking about covering SA whenever Erin gave up the beat; I guess that time came sooner than I'd expected. Opportunity knocked, and I answered.

It seems a lot of these opportunities have been presenting themselves lately. I recently discussed with our (315) editor about the possibility of submitting my own recipes to the Dine section of the magazine. She said it would be a great idea for a sidebar whenever the section runs, which I believe is every other Thursday. I already have plenty of recipes lined up; I just have to make them.

Scott should be coming home with me for Easter weekend. I'm kind of excited, and yet worried that he won't be able to tolerate living in my house with my crazy family even for a weekend. He'll get to meet the rest of my family as well for Easter dinner. He may even attend church on Easter Day, but I don't know if he'll want to do that. He doesn't even celebrate Easter. I don't blame him: I wouldn't be up for going to church either, Easter or not. Still, I'm excited to "show him off" to my family and introduce him more to my background and where I grew up. Maybe someday I'll get to visit Chicago, though he probably won't be going there anytime soon.

The change in major from newspaper to magazine journalism has begun. There are so many signatures to get! I'm also changing my faculty adviser and declaring a minor in English and textual studies. I'm still debating whether I want to declare another major in German or just minor in it. Majoring wouldn't be all that bad; I'm just worried about possibly having to fulfill extra Arts and Sciences requirements or having to go through a big hassle to add Arts and Sciences as a second home college. Is it worth it? I meet with my new faculty adviser tomorrow to have him sign my form and ask him a few questions. He seems nice, at least in e-mail.

This week in general is hectic: On Thursday I have to turn in both a story for my reporting class and a seven to eight-page paper for Human Sexuality. My topic is unmarried cohabitation, and I'm arguing in favor of it. I'm surprised how much I've written today: about four pages. If I can finish it tomorrow or Wednesday, I'll be ecstatic. It can be done.

I've drafted a proposed schedule for the fall 2006 semester. It's a pretty sweet schedule, especially considering I won't have to be at The D.O. every night at 7:30 p.m. anymore, and I won't have to stay there until all hours of the night, so I can sleep more. I won't be taking any tough newswriting courses, so I won't have to write as many stories. I'm hoping to still be involved with the SA beat next semester, though, so I'll still be writing for The D.O., also possibly as a music critic for the Feature section. My enrollment date is April 7, a relatively early date, considering it's a date for juniors to enroll, before enrollment is opened up to sophomores and freshmen. There's a good chance I'll be able to get all the classes I want for next semester. Here's how my (proposed) schedule looks:
  • 9:30 a.m. - 12:20 p.m. MAG 518

  • Tuesday:
  • 9:30 - 10:50 a.m. MAG 205
  • 2 - 3:20 p.m. GER 400
  • 6 - 10 p.m. GER 400*

  • Wednesday:
  • 12:45 - 3:30 p.m. ETS 401

  • Thursday:
  • 9:30 - 10:50 a.m. MAG 2052 - 3:20 p.m. GER 400

  • Friday:

  • ETS 401: Advanced Writing Workshop: Poetry
    MAG 205: Introduction to the Magazine
    MAG 518: Critical Writing
    GER 400: Continuing German Culture and Civilization
    GER 400*: German and Austrian Cinema
    When the still sea conspires an armor
    And her sullen and aborted
    Currents breed tiny monsters,
    True sailing is dead.

    Awkward instant,
    And the first animal is jettisoned,
    Legs furiously pumping,
    Their stiff green gallop
    And heads bob up
    In mute nostril agony,
    Carefully refined
    And sealed over.

    - Jim Morrison, "Horse Latitudes"

    Wednesday, March 08, 2006

    I'd know what to do if I just knew what's coming

    In a matter of days, I'll be back home again. It's always hard to imagine life at home when I'm at school, away from the culture, fast-paced lifestyle and people here. Then again, when I'm home, it's vice versa. I live two different lives: one at home, one at school, and it's hard to reconcile them both sometimes, because both tend to clash very often as far as ideals and values go.

    I envy those who are going to exotic places. You always hear people asking each other, "So where are you going for spring break?" and the other always answers, "Well, I've been there about five times before, but I'm going to Cancun again." Too bad I've never ever been to Cancun, let alone an exotic area in my life. Mom says she always stayed home during her spring breaks and was jealous of her friends, but she ended up saving lots of money in the long run. Unfortunately for her, to me it's not about the money; it's about the times you spend with your friends. "At least I didn't get so drunk I didn't remember my spring break vacation anyway," Mom wrote to me the other day. Whatever. Sometimes you'd rather forget the things you did on spring break. At any rate, it'll be good, as always, to get away and take a break from the fast pace of life here. I need this. I'm getting sick of not being able to just stop and enjoy my surroundings, to even have to complain of boredom now and then, to have time to cook, to reflect.

    Got my package from The Buffalo News. There will be two guys working with me at the copy desk, one from Wheaton College in Illinois and one from State University of New York at Buffalo. Needless to say, Scott isn't too pleased. Oh well. It's going to be an interesting summer.

    I'm developing a soar throat. Every morning I wake up, it seems to get slightly worse. I just drank some tea and ate some hot minestrone, so with hope, it'll subside at least for awhile. I have two more interviews to do tonight, and then I'll be done reporting for my latest NEW 305 story. You probably wouldn't be interested in what it's about; to be frank, I'm not so sure how I'll be able to make this story utterly compelling. We'll see. I've been doing well in class so far. I'm hoping for an A.

    Speaking of A's, I got a B+/A- on my five-page European history paper on the Industrial Revolution. I'm pleased. I'm hoping for an A in that class too, as well as in my fiction writing class, German and human sex. All A's ... that would be something.