Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Oh Hi There, Crazy Life

Honestly, the more work I have and the more stressed I get, the more I want to blog. 

You would think with the insane amount of writing and reading I now do on a daily basis this is the last thing I would want to do. But actually, when I'm writing this, I get to slow down. Take stock of everything. Figure out what's important, what still needs to be done. I would say to keep on schedule with my Global Studies paper I need to bang out at least 800 more words tonight. Spanish definitely needs a little more TLC. I have to free-write for my academic writing essay coming up. Even my extracurriculars have me writing, with newscasts and features taking up evenings and weekends. 

The most insane part, I think, is that having all this to do, as overwhelming as it is, I feel like what I'm working on is worthwhile. Hard. But worth it. 

I am a self-saboteur, or maybe I am just testing limits. I promised myself I wouldn't pick up a beat this semester, especially after I picked up another shift at radio to replace working on the Inquirer. 

And now, here I am, the new men's crew beat reporter. 

As a journalism student I sit through endless guest speakers and professors who make side comments about the dying industry, the debates about how to fix it, the degradation of media, and how we're all brave to pursuing such a volatile career at such a time of upheaval. 

Brave? Stubborn, maybe. 

I think I have it in my head that I can work my way out of the doom and gloom predictions. I think that if I do absolutely everything, join every type of media, I will not only find a job, but I will also find my niche. I want to double major. I can't stomach the idea of pursuing an undergraduate education that is not as fruitful or as tough as it can be. 

Well, there's your daily fill of the dramatics. 

For the record, today during the latter half of my spanish class all I could think about was my intense desire for Chipotle. Because that was far more important than learning the Spanish word for the Crusades. 

Las Cruzadas! 

Tell me when I am ever going to discuss the Crusades or the formation of the anglican church in Spanish. That's the vocab we're learning.

Seriously. Enrique VIII y todas sus esposas. 

Seriously. 

My life.