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Today's word on journalism

October 10, 2008

Editor's Note:

Today's offering from E.B. White, one of my heroes, is not strictly about writing or journalism, although it could be taken that way. It does, however, describe the life of both the writer and the teacher --at least, on a good day when the bag o' rocks we all carry isn't too heavy.

On these days, writers whoop when words, thoughts and intent come together right; and teachers glow like the little flickering light bulbs that sometimes appear above that kid in the fourth row. This morning I found this glowworm in my email: "You may be interested to find that your class has made me think a little bit about working for the newspaper. It sounds like a fun job! but that would require knowing what was going on in the world, not one of my strengths (but I’m sure you already noticed that. haha). . . I prefer the logical to the illogical anyway, thus I'm an engineer. Your class has really caused me to question most everything in the news. I think you are succeeding in your task of teaching us to think about ‘How we know what we think we know?'"

Hmmm. Even as NPR reports a new 200-point slide in the Dow during a single newsbreak, and nations crumble and slide into the sea, it's going to be a good day. Once I get this sent, I think I'll take the dogs up the mountain.

Good advice

"I get up every morning determined both to change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning the day difficult."

--E.B. White (1899-1985), wise man and writer, who knew when to take a walk with the dogs (Thanks to alert WORDster Louise Montgomery)

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Utah State's B Parking deserves less than a 'B'

By Craig Morris

September 15, 2008 | You ever had one of those days where it felt like everyone is against you? You know the kind. Wherever you go, something bad happens that just ruins your day. Almost as if the adversary himself is getting his way a lot. Well my day didn't seem to be able to get any worse. I slept through my alarm, then the shower water was cold and my milk had already expired. All happening just minutes before I am supposed to be in class.

I, like many other students, bought a B Parking pass this year. I thought parking close to the TSC would help me be on time to all of my classes, but I was wrong. If anything, it made it even more impossible to be on time. I pulled into the parking at with mere minutes before my class was to start, only to wait like rush-hour on Main Street. Apparently many students shared the same bright idea to get a parking pass for the exact same parking lot.

On a side note, the school sure is making a killing off of all us poor students. After waiting for what seemed to be an eternity, I found a spot. I got a couple honks and one guy told me I was No. 1. Apparently the spot I took was theirs, but I didn't see any names on it.

After my two classes ended I hurried back to the parking lot. The line out of the parking lot was almost as ridiculous as the line waiting to get a coveted spot. As I approached the gate I about wet myself when I heard the gatekeeper say, "That will be one dollar." Not only do they charge an arm and a leg for the pass, but they have the audacity to charge an extra dollar if you are even one minute over the 2-hour limit. What a joke. I kid you not; I was literally one minute over two hours.

Luckily I processed what was happening quickly enough to slam on the brakes before I drove through the gate that I had mistaken would already have been raised. Don't worry though; I paid in pennies. Sorry if you were one of the unlucky souls that had to wait while I counted out every last cent.

' Some of you might be thinking that I am overreacting about a measly dollar. No I don't have a corny one-liner about a collect call or some heart attack in a sack from some fast food joint, but you do the math. I spent $85 to get the pass to begin with and there are somewhere close to 60 days of school. This means, if I am late only 50 percent of the time, then it will still cost me over $100 just to park. Not to mention the rising costs of higher education altogether.

The parking lot has been so bad at times that sometimes I drive in only to grab a ticket and drive right back out. On this day, however, I was hoping for a little more help from the parking lot gods.

The school should take some of those millions that Jon Huntsman donated and build some more parking lots. It's only going to get worse in the winter. These problems are only going to grow as all the bikers and motor bikers drive cars because of the more than nippy winters here. Someone please come up with a solution before I graduate, so I don't have any more days like that.

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