I speak the most Eye-Talian
I've been on a roller coaster ride of emotions since Friday.
Friday morning I woke up more nervous than I was for my driver's test. Friday at noon was when they were going to post the Collegian results of who got interviews and who didn't. Because I don't have class until afternoon on Fridays, I preoccupied myself as long as I could with laundry and getting ready, until I could finally hike down to the office and see if my name was on that list. It wasn't.
I've wanted to be part of the Collegian since my junior year of high school. I signed up for a journalism class as elective my freshman year of high school on a whim and fell in love with it. Writing has always been a passion of mine. But I grew up in a practical household. While my parents certainly encouraged me to imagine and make up as many stories as I wanted to, they also told me that the chances of me becoming a published author and making my living on that were very slim. I would need a "real" job, and I could still write stories on the side. Journalism seemed to be a perfect fit, a job based around writing. When I started looking at colleges my junior year of high school, Penn State was at the top of my list. My grandfather taught her, my dad and both his siblings went here, my cousins have gone here. We're a Penn State family. But when I discovered that they had one of the best college newspapers in the country, I knew I had to go here. I spent two years in Altoona, biding my time until I came up here when I could finally write for that wonderful paper.
So I had a bit of a setback. Luckily I have amazing friends, who made me feel better by telling me stories of their failures, and the best best friend in the world who called me and gave me the pep talk I needed to hear. I can always try out next semester and next year if need be. I'll tackle this brick wall yet (I reread The Last Lecture to make myself feel better).
Friday evening I went to Football Eve, which is a pep rally, but better because it's in Beaver Stadium, one of my favorite places in the world. We got to hear a wonderful speech by our beloved JoePa and hear the Blue Band play, which is always fun for me because one of my cousins is in it. Saturday at noon was the first football game of the season against Akron. I think football will be one of the things I miss most when I graduate. It's one of the best atmosphere's I have been in, cheering with hundreds of thousands of people for the same thing. It was blazing hot and we all got sunburned, but PSU won 31 - 7, a great way to start the season.
Saturday night a group of people from Altoona were supposed to hang out. However, there were conflicting interests at what time we went, so to keep people's feelings from getting hurt we decided to go on Sunday night instead. Sunday night we went to see Inglorious Bastards (so funny, but so gory. I hid my face half the time) and then went to Eat'n'Park where acted like crazy college kids.
The rest of Sunday and almost all of today has been spent doing work. I had so much of it this weekend. I had to read Titus Andronicus by Shakespeare, a short story that was 25 pages long, study for German, catch up on my Religious Studies reading, and do my news journal. I got it all done but the news journal, which is due on Wednesday, so I have time. I've done the basics, now I just have to type everything out for that. I also really need to get cracking on my online class, because our first assignment is due on Friday. Ugh. So much reading and work, it's making my brain hurt.
This song is very much on repeat right now:
I had so many dreams about you and me, happy endings
but now I know, I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, lead her up a stairwell
this ain't Hollywood, this is a small town
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
now it's too late for you and your white horse to catch me now
Friday morning I woke up more nervous than I was for my driver's test. Friday at noon was when they were going to post the Collegian results of who got interviews and who didn't. Because I don't have class until afternoon on Fridays, I preoccupied myself as long as I could with laundry and getting ready, until I could finally hike down to the office and see if my name was on that list. It wasn't.
I've wanted to be part of the Collegian since my junior year of high school. I signed up for a journalism class as elective my freshman year of high school on a whim and fell in love with it. Writing has always been a passion of mine. But I grew up in a practical household. While my parents certainly encouraged me to imagine and make up as many stories as I wanted to, they also told me that the chances of me becoming a published author and making my living on that were very slim. I would need a "real" job, and I could still write stories on the side. Journalism seemed to be a perfect fit, a job based around writing. When I started looking at colleges my junior year of high school, Penn State was at the top of my list. My grandfather taught her, my dad and both his siblings went here, my cousins have gone here. We're a Penn State family. But when I discovered that they had one of the best college newspapers in the country, I knew I had to go here. I spent two years in Altoona, biding my time until I came up here when I could finally write for that wonderful paper.
So I had a bit of a setback. Luckily I have amazing friends, who made me feel better by telling me stories of their failures, and the best best friend in the world who called me and gave me the pep talk I needed to hear. I can always try out next semester and next year if need be. I'll tackle this brick wall yet (I reread The Last Lecture to make myself feel better).
Friday evening I went to Football Eve, which is a pep rally, but better because it's in Beaver Stadium, one of my favorite places in the world. We got to hear a wonderful speech by our beloved JoePa and hear the Blue Band play, which is always fun for me because one of my cousins is in it. Saturday at noon was the first football game of the season against Akron. I think football will be one of the things I miss most when I graduate. It's one of the best atmosphere's I have been in, cheering with hundreds of thousands of people for the same thing. It was blazing hot and we all got sunburned, but PSU won 31 - 7, a great way to start the season.
Saturday night a group of people from Altoona were supposed to hang out. However, there were conflicting interests at what time we went, so to keep people's feelings from getting hurt we decided to go on Sunday night instead. Sunday night we went to see Inglorious Bastards (so funny, but so gory. I hid my face half the time) and then went to Eat'n'Park where acted like crazy college kids.
The rest of Sunday and almost all of today has been spent doing work. I had so much of it this weekend. I had to read Titus Andronicus by Shakespeare, a short story that was 25 pages long, study for German, catch up on my Religious Studies reading, and do my news journal. I got it all done but the news journal, which is due on Wednesday, so I have time. I've done the basics, now I just have to type everything out for that. I also really need to get cracking on my online class, because our first assignment is due on Friday. Ugh. So much reading and work, it's making my brain hurt.
This song is very much on repeat right now:
I had so many dreams about you and me, happy endings
but now I know, I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, lead her up a stairwell
this ain't Hollywood, this is a small town
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
now it's too late for you and your white horse to catch me now