I went  to Ohio ( Read more... )

If I could sleep, I would ( Read more... )

When will journalism classes teach appropriately for students who have already mastered the crazy wild unruly media of the Internet? It's nothing new for us nutso college kids. Nothing earth-shattering. I'm so tired of reading about the Internet.

I find myself setting aside my homework and obsessively reading about the Virginia Tech tragedy. Since last Monday, I've been engrossed. When I first heard from a voice message from Katie Sparks, I practically sped home to turn on the television. Of course my first thoughts were of Michael, my friend from home who goes there, and I started ( Read more... )

My feelings about the nearing end of college are not unique or original, but that's okay. I still feel anxiety, excitement and a bittersweet twinge inside when I imagine traipsing about Scott Hall's lawn following the Medill convocation. Maybe it will rain instead ( Read more... )

Somehow, I ended up in five classes ( Read more... )

Finals are done. I may have blown my A average in stats.

There is a stranger on my couch. I have this feeling she may be in my bed by tomorrow night.

I am getting less than six hours of sleep. I am going to Mexico.

What?

Oh, I'm going to Mexico. :D

And I'd be remiss not to mention that after running into Grant and Scott, who were carrying an emptied Heineken box full of Rockstar Energy Drink, red cups, two ping-pong balls, and--for some reason--orange juice, I have now seen two "grown" college men play energy drink pong in an emptied library tower past closing time. And now we are sitting in ( Read more... )

In a week, I will be in Mexico.

Right now, I'm lying in bed, one sick boyfriend passed out in an Ibuprofin haze next to me, two papers ahead of me, and one final as a last hurdle before I can get on a plane for eight hours south.

For some reason, the big paper I have--I'm writing something about housing projects, how they're portrayed in media/film ( Read more... )

"I look back and can't remember most of my undergraduate career," Brett said over Dixie Kitchen brunch yesterday. "I mean, I know I took twelve classes, but I couldn't really tell you much about them ( Read more... )