You Never Give Me Your Money
First Facebook, now this. I'm selling out all over the Internet.
I quit the Western Front yesterday…kind of. I can’t drop it from my transcripts without losing precious Financial Aid, so I’ve decided I’m just not going to go anymore. Some call that failing, I call it “conscientious objecting.” But now that I am free from the shackles of the Western Front, I have more time to be a Resident Advisor, program, pay attention to my other classes, breathe, shower, sleep, save the world, find a cure for AIDS, train for the marathon, update my ridiculous online journal, check Facebook every 15 minutes for new messages and occassionally have fun, if time allows.
My sister just called to tell me one of my articles is in the Front. Hmm, I don't care.
And now that I've decided to sabotage my future career in journalism, I have a lot of thinking to do about, you know, the little things, like my major and life. Do I still want to be an editor or go into publishing, if it means three more quarters on the Western Front and majoring in journalism at WWU? My Resident Director/Boss Man Dave and I have been talking a lot about starting a career in Student Affairs and ResLife, which would actually be something I could see myself doing and enjoying. I'm still holding out for United Nations Security General, though. Kofi- I'm coming for you.
With love and squalor,
Britt
I quit the Western Front yesterday…kind of. I can’t drop it from my transcripts without losing precious Financial Aid, so I’ve decided I’m just not going to go anymore. Some call that failing, I call it “conscientious objecting.” But now that I am free from the shackles of the Western Front, I have more time to be a Resident Advisor, program, pay attention to my other classes, breathe, shower, sleep, save the world, find a cure for AIDS, train for the marathon, update my ridiculous online journal, check Facebook every 15 minutes for new messages and occassionally have fun, if time allows.
My sister just called to tell me one of my articles is in the Front. Hmm, I don't care.
And now that I've decided to sabotage my future career in journalism, I have a lot of thinking to do about, you know, the little things, like my major and life. Do I still want to be an editor or go into publishing, if it means three more quarters on the Western Front and majoring in journalism at WWU? My Resident Director/Boss Man Dave and I have been talking a lot about starting a career in Student Affairs and ResLife, which would actually be something I could see myself doing and enjoying. I'm still holding out for United Nations Security General, though. Kofi- I'm coming for you.
With love and squalor,
Britt