Copy chief and city living
Apparently the staff at the newspaper I work volunteer for think I'm a good copy-editor and were going to ask me to be the copy chief next year. I would have taken the offer in a heart beat, but I'll be studying in Hiroshima. Being the copy-chief would have been a great opportunity. I hope when I come back from Japan I can intern at the BG News as the copy-chief.
At the moment, I'm also looking into off-campus internships. I was interested in Purple SKY magazine. I think it would have been wonderful to be both a Japanese music and lifestyle writer. At the moment, I hope to write a weekly column for the BG News about studying abroad in Japan.
Last week I went to Chicago with the Global Village. It was super fun but we stayed at the creepiest hotel ever, The Congress Plaza Hotel. As soon as my friend Cleo and I stepped in to our room, we looked at each other and said, "haunted." Then my friends Sara and Alex told us about the shaft in their closet. In their closet was a shaft that went through all of the floors. It looked like something from a horror film.
No one could sleep because of the damned thing.
There were also "scratches" on the bathroom door.
We were all pretty nervous, especially Sara. She texted her friend about the hotel, to which her friend asked the name of. Sara told her and her friend looked it up online and replied to Sara "What floor are you on? I keep reading haunting stories on floor eight." We were on motherfucking floor eighth, of course.
Did I mention the hallways looked like "The Shining"?
While we were hanging out in Sara and Alex's room, we kept hearing thumping from the shaft. After a while, though, I realized it was my friend Tostie's elbow on a desk.
We had our fair share of creepy happenings. My friend Dan went to the lobby to pick up a pizza, and on his way both down and up, the elevator stopped on the fourth floor, but no one was there. The fourth floor is said to be the most haunted. Later on when we were playing truth or dare, we dared Cleo to go up and down a couple floors on the elevator with a sheet on her head. Dan and I went to the elevator to make sure she did it, and as soon as her elevator closed, the other elevator opened and closed. I probably unreasonably pooped my pants.
Everyone went to sleep around 3 a.m. I didn't fall asleep until after 5. I was too creeped out.
It was a good time, though. We looked up the hotel the next day to find it's known as the most haunted hotel in Chicago. Fantastic. Never again.
Later in the day we went to the Field Museum, which was all sorts of sleep-deprived fun.
We're all so sexy.
From left to right: Tostie, me and Alex.
From left to right: Sara, Alex, Dan, Iara (my old roommate), Mary, Kefa (director of the Global Village), me and Tostie.
After the field museum, we went to a South Asian town where we ate Indian food. It was delicious, but nearly killed little Mary because it was too spicy for her. She sweated. I also got a pistachio popsicle at a sweet shop. It was beautiful.
The South Asian town was dusty as fuck.
We went shopping on Michigan Avenue later, but I didn't buy anything. Although I was nearly forced to buy a bra at Victoria Secret I didn't want. It was scary.
The night before, we went walking around for a little, took pictures and stopped at a Tea house.
I think fabulous is the word you're looking for.
We all got bubble tea. It was okay.
It was a fun trip. I'm going to miss the Global Village members so much next year. They're all fun, intelligent and unique people. I think I'll cry at the end of the semester.
Being in Chicago had me thinking about city living. Even though I was born in Guadalajara, the second biggest city in Mexico, I don't really know what it's like to live in a city. Not only will I be making a transition from one country to another, but I'll be making the move from a small dinky town to a city. I like cities quite a bit, though, so I'm excited; there will always be something to do. I'll be living half an hour from the Peace Museum!
Sometimes I get overwhelmed that I'm moving to such a historical place. Not so many people have the opportunity to live in someplace like Hiroshima. I feel almost honored. It's an incredible way to learn about global conflict and humanity.
Every other summer, my university and Hiroshima Jogakuin University host a peace seminar together during the anniversary of the atomic bombing. Next summer will be one of them. Luckily I'll only have just finished the year at Hiroshima Jogakuin, so I'll still be in Hiroshima to take part in the peace seminar. Yay!
At the moment, I'm also looking into off-campus internships. I was interested in Purple SKY magazine. I think it would have been wonderful to be both a Japanese music and lifestyle writer. At the moment, I hope to write a weekly column for the BG News about studying abroad in Japan.
Last week I went to Chicago with the Global Village. It was super fun but we stayed at the creepiest hotel ever, The Congress Plaza Hotel. As soon as my friend Cleo and I stepped in to our room, we looked at each other and said, "haunted." Then my friends Sara and Alex told us about the shaft in their closet. In their closet was a shaft that went through all of the floors. It looked like something from a horror film.
No one could sleep because of the damned thing.
There were also "scratches" on the bathroom door.
We were all pretty nervous, especially Sara. She texted her friend about the hotel, to which her friend asked the name of. Sara told her and her friend looked it up online and replied to Sara "What floor are you on? I keep reading haunting stories on floor eight." We were on motherfucking floor eighth, of course.
Did I mention the hallways looked like "The Shining"?
While we were hanging out in Sara and Alex's room, we kept hearing thumping from the shaft. After a while, though, I realized it was my friend Tostie's elbow on a desk.
We had our fair share of creepy happenings. My friend Dan went to the lobby to pick up a pizza, and on his way both down and up, the elevator stopped on the fourth floor, but no one was there. The fourth floor is said to be the most haunted. Later on when we were playing truth or dare, we dared Cleo to go up and down a couple floors on the elevator with a sheet on her head. Dan and I went to the elevator to make sure she did it, and as soon as her elevator closed, the other elevator opened and closed. I probably unreasonably pooped my pants.
Everyone went to sleep around 3 a.m. I didn't fall asleep until after 5. I was too creeped out.
It was a good time, though. We looked up the hotel the next day to find it's known as the most haunted hotel in Chicago. Fantastic. Never again.
Later in the day we went to the Field Museum, which was all sorts of sleep-deprived fun.
We're all so sexy.
From left to right: Tostie, me and Alex.
From left to right: Sara, Alex, Dan, Iara (my old roommate), Mary, Kefa (director of the Global Village), me and Tostie.
After the field museum, we went to a South Asian town where we ate Indian food. It was delicious, but nearly killed little Mary because it was too spicy for her. She sweated. I also got a pistachio popsicle at a sweet shop. It was beautiful.
The South Asian town was dusty as fuck.
We went shopping on Michigan Avenue later, but I didn't buy anything. Although I was nearly forced to buy a bra at Victoria Secret I didn't want. It was scary.
The night before, we went walking around for a little, took pictures and stopped at a Tea house.
I think fabulous is the word you're looking for.
We all got bubble tea. It was okay.
It was a fun trip. I'm going to miss the Global Village members so much next year. They're all fun, intelligent and unique people. I think I'll cry at the end of the semester.
Being in Chicago had me thinking about city living. Even though I was born in Guadalajara, the second biggest city in Mexico, I don't really know what it's like to live in a city. Not only will I be making a transition from one country to another, but I'll be making the move from a small dinky town to a city. I like cities quite a bit, though, so I'm excited; there will always be something to do. I'll be living half an hour from the Peace Museum!
Sometimes I get overwhelmed that I'm moving to such a historical place. Not so many people have the opportunity to live in someplace like Hiroshima. I feel almost honored. It's an incredible way to learn about global conflict and humanity.
Every other summer, my university and Hiroshima Jogakuin University host a peace seminar together during the anniversary of the atomic bombing. Next summer will be one of them. Luckily I'll only have just finished the year at Hiroshima Jogakuin, so I'll still be in Hiroshima to take part in the peace seminar. Yay!