Things pretty much went my way today! Let's walk through it. First was Intro to Journalism, which is the type of class that will give you an upset stomach depending on the day. Luckily, I had actually skimmed the Washington Post headlines that morning, so Professor Loop's fury that no one else could come up with a current news topic was not directed at me. I also had quite the IB history-student background on Kim Jung Il to pull out. Us IB kids? We can come up with anything on the spot.
Phew. I'm learning a bunch in that class.
Then, I did some reading and had lunch with friend AP, who, I have just realized, has the same initials as me.
I love, love, LOVE Intro to Sports Management. There will be some random capitalization in the post, along with some bad grammar. I am tired. Anyway, my teacher is hilarious. Which I have said a million times before. But still. She is.
Then it was off to Cultural Anthropology, which I also enjoy because Professor Turkon likes me. Why? Because, again, I can come up with anything on the spot. Really. I should be in PR. It's also neat because when in high school would the presentation be about your teacher's hands-on research about the HIV/AIDS crisis and industry of death in Lesotho? College is awesome.
Earlier in the day I had stopped by The Ithacan office to do a little chatting with people I didn't know about tape recorders. There was some debate and a bit of discussion and I was pointed in the right direction. In the bookstore, they had just about a million different tape recorders. I got a microcassette recorder, it's supposed to be good. I used it today, and it picked up sound crazily well, and so I am very pleased with my purchase.
After buying the recorder I headed back to the dorm for a few minutes, which were entirely spent trying to get the recorder out of the packaging. I am pretty sure it was packaged in a manner that would allow it to survive a nuclear holocaust. Just in case the roaches want to maintain their journalistic integrity or something. I'm not sure. I resorted to randomly and violently stabbing at the plastic for about 10 minutes, probably scaring my roommate and her parents, because she was on the phone at the time, and I was kind of loud.
Then, to the field hockey game, and they won again! Four to one! Loving it. They played amazingly well and the other team only scored off a stroke penalty, which is pretty much a gimme anyway. So I got to interview happy people. The biggest problem was I had to pee like I had been in the car for nine hours or something. So the game ended and I booked it to the coach, who knows me by now (which does not mean to say she's much nicer, but hey) and she says, "Well, just for future reference, in other games I may not be this happy, and you're gonna have to wait a few minutes for me to...digest." I hope that never happens. I used my sweet recorder, got a few quotes, invaded some of the players' privacy a little (they actually like the interviews and are totally sweet about it, so that's good), and booked it to a bathroom.
Then, dinner with the girls and I have to attend a speaker for my seminar tonight at nine. Yay. Closer and closer to the weekend. Closer and closer.
