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Karma November 22, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — meghanpartain @ 1:16 am

I’ve always believed I had excellent karma.  I always donate change to the Salvation Army at Christmas and everyone knows that I’ll buy anything with a pink breast cancer ribbon on it.  I’m not openly mean to anyone and I don’t litter.  So in the grand scheme of things, I like to thing I’m doing okay for myself.

A few months ago I received a text message from a boy I thought I was in love with.  He had not only moved on, but he had moved on with a girl from my tiny high school.  I don’t think I need to mention how not friends she and I are.

I was crushed.  Mortified.  And all too tempted to see out his shiny black SUV and key not nice things into it.  I ignored everything I was hearing from back home that she had said about me and moved on.  On a campus of roughly 25,000 people, I didn’t think ignoring her would be that much of an issue.

I was proud of myself for the stoicism I was exhibiting.  Although I let my fear of being arrested keep me from actually keying his car or bitch-slapping her, I still like to think that my nonretaliation had some sort of positive influence on my life.  I never cried about it and when I told my mother about my resistance to vandalizing their belongings, she smiled and said, “Just remember karma.”

I expected karma to come back to them.  Maybe they would end up pregnant or contract an STD.  I didn’t really care what, I just wanted them to get what was coming to them.  I forgot that karma works both ways.

About a week ago, I got an idea for a yearbook feature of Whitney Hand.  However, in talks with a few different editors, I decided that my idea to feature one player could easily be expanded to an entire opening athletic package.  I honed my idea, thought out every kink until I had devised a plan.  Then I went to my content editor.

Katie loved the idea.  She made a few suggestions and said she would talk to the managing editor, Nicole.

On Friday morning, I arrived at the yearbook office for my desk hours.  I think I had been sitting for all of three minutes when Katie asked me if I wanted to pitch my idea for the package.  Nervously, I stood, took a shaky breath and explained my idea in detail to the table full of features editors.  They loved it too.

Writing the opening athletic package is a big BIG deal and a new staff member doing it is even bigger.  And that’s would have been enough for me.

There’s a lot more going on now, that I don’t want to say too much about because I’m very superstitious and don’t want to jinx anything.  But as soon as I know and can say more about it, I will for sure let my dear readers know.  All three of you.

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Finding a Niche November 12, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — meghanpartain @ 1:10 pm

I have never been the kind of girl who fits into a specific group.  In elementary school, I walked around the playground alone.  In middle school, I spent my lunch hours in the library devouring any and all books I could get my hands on.  In high school, I had a few friends, but they weren’t like me.  They didn’t understand my strange obsession with words and how I could lock myself in a room with nothing but a notebook and a pen and somehow be entertained for hours.

As I stated in an earlier post, coming to college didn’t lend much extra time to writing.  I had basically stopped doing it all together until I started taking journalism classes.  And the more I think about it, the more I know I’m where I’m supposed to be.

I’ve been working portrait tables for the yearbook over the last couple of days, and what could have been some of the most boring experiences of my life have turned into wonderful opportunities.  I’ve made new friends, learned things about my skills as a writer that I had previously doubted, and come into  my own as a member of the features staff.

Pride is eating all of my free time this semester, and next semester, work will take some of that too.  But I’m going to try very hard to keep time open for my new found features family.  I love spending time in the yearbook office, the gentle hum of nineteen iMacs hard at work on what will prove to be an awesome product.  I like what I’m doing, I like the people I’m getting to meet, and I like the opportunities I’m getting to experience.  I’m currently working on an idea for a spread that could get me a new best friend… Someone I very much want to be best friends with.  I don’t want to say her name because that might jinx it… And I really don’t want to jinx this.

Stay tuned, dear readers… There’s more to come.

 

Do what you love, love what you do. November 2, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — meghanpartain @ 2:44 pm

I’m very sick.  Really, I even went to the doctor and everything, which if you know me, you realize it’s kind of a big deal if I break down and go to the doctor.

I went to Goddard this morning because it’s cheap and I didn’t have anything else to do and I figured that actually finding out what was wrong with me was probably more important than going to class when I may or may not have the flu.  So I woke up kind of early and went to Goddard, trusty book in tow, because I know how Goddard works.

It was the most amazing two and a half hours I’ve spent in the last semester because I actually got to read.

I was an early reader and I never really settled for that ridiculous children’s book thing.  I liked chapter books.  Books with substance and characters and settings and complex motifs.  In other words, I was a writer from birth.  As a child, I very much liked deconstructing the written word and finding something deeper in them.  Analyzing word choice has always been one of my favorite things to do, which probably explains why I find Dickens and Faulkner terribly dull.

When I came to college, I was saddened to have any of the rare free time I had sucked up by studying or sleeping.  I missed my words, whether I was reading them or writing them.  When I had breaks, I devoured books like they were going to be taken from me forever.  Going nine months out of the year with no entertaining fiction was like torture to me.

More than I missed reading, I missed writing.  I had gained quite a following online and in certain fandoms that will remain unnamed.  I loved shaping the characters that someone else had created and making my own story lines from their meticulously crafted worlds.  When you’re studying to be a doctor, the time to write is nonexistent, and I accepted the fact that I would never write again.

When grades came in at the end of my first semester, it became painfully clear that I needed to pick a better major.  I tried my hand at literature, because of my love for analysis, but I discovered that my analysis didn’t always agree with my professor’s analysis, which was kind of necessary for success in those classes.

Through a friend, I learned about the Professional Writing program in the College of Journalism, and I less than jumped at the opportunity, but tried it for lack of a better idea.  What I found in my Writing for Mass Media class was a home.  We were learning mechanics that had always come so naturally to me I didn’t even realize there were rules.  We were editing, writing, making mistakes, learning about the business, and reading stories that we weren’t required to write ten page papers over.
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So now I’m doing what I love.  It probably won’t make me any money whatsoever, but I’ll deal.  Maybe I’ll even get lucky and sell a novel or two.  For now, thanks for reading.

Maybe I’ll sign something for you one day.