I realized today that I haven’t updated my blog in like a month – bad Kera. The reason for this, as much of you could guess is because of school. All of my hard classes have fallen in the same semester, lucky me. Granted, next semester will hopefully be a breeze and I can skeedattle out of school with no worries, but it sucks for the time being.

That and I always find more stuff for myself to do. I emailed the publication I interned at suggesting I write a story for them from the city I live in while in school because I could use some extra cash. Well, in doing that, I’m also going to write about the same subject for my college's newspaper – a task I suggested to the editor because it’s just the right thing to do.  My first thoughts, even though I’m the associate editor of the yearbook, automatically go towards the newspaper. I’ve been doing it for the past three years; it’s a habit that’s hard to break.

I have this tie to the newspaper, that even though I’m no longer the EIC, I want to see it do well. I’m like their little cheerleader in the closet, because I don’t want to cheer too loud. Leigh is doing a great job, light years ahead of me. I still feel a little proud, though. I feel like she took something that I worked really hard to pick up out of the drudges and is taking it to even higher levels – I love that!!!

We on the newspaper and yearbook staffs take our work very seriously. It’s a full time job guys. We work so hard and our work is sometimes recognized, but mostly not. You would be surprised how much drama is involved in creating a yearbook (we still don’t have a publisher). I could go on and on about the drama of creating a newspaper every week, but it’s late and I want to go to bed.

The fact of the matter is that those who are involved in the creation of these publications love it. It’s like in our blood to write, inform, push-push-push. I want to tell stories; I want to inform people what’s going on, even about beer chugging at the Meat Pie festival (“wow, beer chugging at a meat pie festival... You don’t get more country that that” – Leigh) So for this, I suffer the consequence of not turning my yearbook stories in on time (who really cares about the history of the university presidents?), I stay up until three in the morning writing a past due English paper and I do my statistics homework during my CPR class. I’m a pretty good student, but I like to think I’m a better journalist.

Next topic- why are there so many damn movies about journalists?! Like our jobs are that freakin fantastic. I know one girl who majored in journalism after watching “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.” She had a rough reality when she realized the truth: they forget to mention in the movies that reporters make less than teachers...