"Why?" they'd ask.
"Because we don't have anyone to play with," we'd whine.
They thought this was hilarious. We were confused.
Now, I move my spandex-clad butt into a car for three and a half hours or so just so I can hang with her for a few days. And it's totally worth it.
And for the record, my butt was actually spandex-clad, because I left straight from practice.
Claire and I spent the weekend putting around Troy, eating pizza with strange toppings, napping way too much, chatting with her friends, buying cookies (yes COOKIES! Isn't it so unlike us?) and visiting with some other lovely ladies who share many of our physical characteristics. Mainly because we're related to them. And by that I mean my Mom and both my grandmothers came up to feed us brunch, and to give us more stuff than can actually fit under my dorm bed.
Isn't it great that my expensive journalistic training has taught me to be concise and get right to the point with everything?
It was a great weekend.
Today I had to get back into the swing of things. I worked breakfast and then headed to ethics, which basically turned into a cacophonous class-wide argument about the journalistic morality of that Cincinnati Enquirer Banana Republic case back in the day. Basically I was told I was a terrible, immoral person for believing that if a company grossly mistreats and intimidates its hundreds workers AND traffics of cocaine, its stupid and wealthy executives deserve to have their incriminating voice mails stolen. And maybe I am. I think that was the point of the whole debate...the idea that sometimes you just don't know.
Just another day in college.
Then later in my history of mass media class I got props for actually knowing what the Crimean war was about. It literally blew my mind that most of the kids in my class had never heard of it. Ms. Carballo would have cried herself to sleep if she'd heard them. I can't even tell you how many thesis statements I wrote about World War I that had the Crimean war in them.
Public school, suckers! Half of those kids paid unbelievable amounts of money for an incomplete education. I guess my current attendance at a private institution undercuts my self-righteousness. But still. Even my politics 101 professor knows I'm obsessed with socioeconomic and class issues.
Downright obsessed.
Well, anyway, I'll wrap this up.
If you want to listen to me actually talk about things that matter for about 5 minutes tomorrow, boot up the radio on WICB.org tomorrow at 8:46 a.m. and listen to my newscast.
