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.