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Today's word on journalism

Monday, January 29, 2007

Words as weapons:

"When he had a pen in his hand it was like giving a kid a machine gun."

--Peter Hall, theater director, on "Angry Young Man" playwright John Osborne (1929-1994)

It hasn't quite hit me, but my college years are over

By Jessica Alexander

December 11, 2006 | As I step outside and take a gasp of the bitter air, I realize this is my last week of class. My last week. The biting December air makes me think of the long winter ahead and how much I wish the warmth would come back again. Soon enough, soon enough.

It still hasn't hit me that I will be completely done cramming for finals. It still hasn't hit me that I will be completely done planning out my classes for next semester. It still hasn't hit me that I will no longer be able to go to basketball games for free.

I will have a huge accomplishment under my belt and that's what I'm going to miss the most.

I feel like it shouldn't be over just yet. The air doesn't tell me that. Usually, you can feel graduation in the air. Sunny days, warming up to 60 degrees and sandals surfacing once again, even if there are remnants of snow still on the ground. I always say, "at least it's melting." Everyone is excited for the summer ahead -- planning where their car, boat or airplane will take them.

Now, I'm planning on where the next few months will take me, and that puts me right here in Logan. Most college graduates are frantically trying to find a job so their parents stop yelling at them to get off their lazy butts as they watch the OC back at home.

"Come on!" I say. "Give them a break. They just spent the last four, maybe more, years wasting time and losing sleep while exhausting their brains..."

As for myself though, I already have a job. I will be stuck right here on campus for another semester. No classes, no papers, no APA in-text citations -- just work. As a matter of fact working in the library's Special Collections will be nice. I will get to be up in the morning at the crack of dawn, work around the air of higher education all day, and come home at five, kick up my feet as I eat dinner and watch the OC.

OK, I refuse to get sucked in. I'll just stick with "The Office" from now on.

And Jazz games. OK, and "Heroes" too.

I won't be here for the rest of my life -- believe me. I love Logan and all, but the world is calling my name; and I can only handle so much of that canyon wind. I will, however, be here when the next set of college graduates take the long walk down the aisle. I will be here when the air warms up to 60, I will walk around in my sandals in March, and I will be happy when I start up my car next fall and head to Boston.

But until then, I have one Web site, one portfolio, and one group project down. Now, only one museum exhibit and two finals to finish.

My gas tank is empty and I'm running on fumes. Good thing I've got AAA.

One week, only one more week.


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