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Sunday, April 4, 2010
I Don't Care for Titles -- Ask My Professors.
Yeah, not really feeling this whole blog thing right now. But it is 11:05pm on a Sunday. Gotta get down to business. My week could be summarized as lazy and underperforming, and in that same spirit, I'm going to make a super-lazy, lame post.
School sucked especially hard, although I can't remember now that I think back what I actually did that pissed me off so much.
Oh yeah, the Pima County Planning and Zoning meeting. That's what pissed me off.
The worst waste of my life ever.
No joke, it was that bad. In fact, I don't want to talk about it anymore.
AFTER the meeting, however, I acted out in rare form. Went to score a free meal at my place of work, and decided it would be a great time to have a giant mug of beer to reward myself for all the pain and suffering I had endured all morning. I made this decision at 11:10 in the morning on Wednesday, mind you. I had an hour to kill. After finishing the 32oz mug of Monkeyshine, realized I had actually TWO hours to kill. So then I had a bloody mary. And that was it.
Okay, fine, so I had a shot, too.
I was having a bad day.
After two hours and three drinks I was drunk. Not stumbling, squinty-eyed, or slurring drunk. Pretty giggly though. Went to my second class drunk. It was awesome, but not quite as fun as it was when I was 19. Which was the last time I pulled the getting-drunk-before-class stunt, for your information.
My professor asked me to stay after class, I thought at the time maybe he wanted to ask me if I had a drinking problem. Turns out instead that he just wanted to kiss my friggin ass. I've never really had a professor compliment my writing (that I put zero effort into) like this before. Very odd turn of events, especially when cracking a day-time buzz.
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I have had the same thing happen to me in journalism classes. I remember the RPA days, when I had one of the more difficult teachers, or so I’ve heard. I felt like the C that I received in that class was more like an A that was how difficult it was. None the less I hope that your feelings toward Journalism change when you go for your Capstone. I did mine with the Tombstone Epitaph and I tell you what, I absolutely loved my major. I had such a good time writing for that paper I was almost sad to leave it. I met so many wonderful people down there. And trust me, I am no people person. The politics in that town are simple and everyone has miles of stories to share. There we some nights I found myself wondering if my source was going to call and one time I was stressed about not having a story for the week. Those were the times I spent hating the major, but then, by some miracle and persistence it all worked out. I remember working in that reading room for 2 whole days just writing my story for the end of the week. When the week had ended and my deadline had been met at 5pm Thursday, I would stay at the newsroom and wait for my editors to check my work. After they got their needs met I found myself once every two weeks walking down University and pulling up a bar stool at Gentle Bens. It was my sense of celebration. I had completed my end of the bargain and now it was time to treat myself to the ole Red Cat Amber pint. Since I have a bit of a taste for booze, I usually had three. None the less the point is, it’s okay to treat yourself most of the time. Journalism is a more stressful major then any other simply because you’re relying on other people to complete your work, if you don’t get the interview it can be stressful. But when you do- I’ve never had a better feeling (academically speaking) in the world!
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