I just got back from my school late last night. I left Tuesday afternoon to go up, went out a bit with friends to celebrate my birthday, ran some errands on Wednesday morning, got lunch with my cousin, went to my internship seminar class, hung out with some friends, and then left for the two-hour trip back home.
I cried 5 times yesterday because of how much I miss my professors and classes, as well as my friends. Luckily, my choice to complete school early and graduate in December, and stay home to do my internship feels right. I feel more concentrated at home.
Still, the first time I walked into the building of where I had most of my classes, I began to cry. I’ve spent so many hours there, learning, creating, and envisioning what my life can be like in the future. I had to spend a couple of minutes in the bathroom to compose myself. I then went and saw my adviser. She is a great lady and told me how proud she was to see me succeed. She convinced me that i should walk at the graduation ceremony in the spring. I began to cry again.
On top of seeing her, I also saw one of the professors I’ve worked a lot with. The adviser for the club I was president of last year. I could only chat with him for a few minutes, but it was nice to see him. I mentioned to him how I kept tearing up and said that I had loved all my classes here. He made a comment that I said that in the past tense. It was an emotional day.
Seeing all my friends was hard too. They’re the people I saw everyday for the 3 years I was up at school. They even said it feels different without me there. At least my school isn’t so far away that I cannot visit from time to time. And I have to go up once a month for a class, anyway, so that excuse is a nice one.
I’m having trouble getting back to sleep so I thought I’d update the good ol’ blog with two recent articles.
The first one is about bad local oysters and its effect.
And this second one is about a group of displaced senior citizens pining for their original meeting place.
I hope you find them well.
Zombie – The Cranberries
We’ll start off today with a mid-90’s song called Zombie by The Cranberries.
This is undoubtedly because of how late I stayed up last night to interview and watch the performance of a local musician. I drank coffee late last night to stay alert for his performance and I’m paying for it right now, had to drag my feet out of bed at 7:30, and I left for work early so I can get started on finishing one article and starting the next one.
My money situation is scaring me. I haven’t had a paying job since last summer. Jobs up at my school are scarce and 9 times out of 10 you need a car for it, which I did not have while I was away. It’s been so hard to find a part-time job while home. Especially because my hours aren’t very flexible.
I hit a low point last night when I could only put $10 in my empty gas tank. I have no idea when I’m going to be able to put gas in it next, but I hope it lasts me until my last day at my internship tomorrow.
While I think it’s nice of my friends saying they’ll pay for me because they want me to hang out, I just can’t accept it. I’ve got too much pride and I think being flat broke is helping me realize a financial plan for when I do start making money. Almost all of it is going to be put into a savings account that I do not touch. I’ll have to sacrifice a lot, but it’s worth it.
A police and fire exercise I covered made page three of this weeks Valley Stream Herald.
Take a gander at it! It was really interesting to witness the drill and see how the firefighters practically demolished a scene to get out victims.
I hope this doesn’t happen to any of you.
Rescue workers train for real thing
Enjoy! and let me know what you think.
Doing my first CoveritLive! event.
Now let’s see if I can get this to work properly.
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Tune in to see my tweets on “The Art of Investigative Reporting” Lecture with Andy Lehren, from the New York Times.
I’m currently working on an article about women who drastically change their appearance/cut their hair following a break-up or other traumatic experience. I’ve done two interviews so far and am finding out really interesting information. A lot of it is what I anticipated but other information is new and gives a depth about people and their coping abilities.
I really can’t wait to write it and file it and post it on here! I definitely want to accompany it with a post about the process.