I don't have class until after 10 on Mondays, but I got up at 7:45. Why, you may ask? This weekend the Nebraska Collegiate Media Association Conference was held up at Wayne college. A few members of the Sower staff were honored with awards at this ceremony. However, none of the honorees from Concordia decided to attend under the advisement of Prof. Ohlman. He said it wasn't worth driving the distance for this award ceremony. I now understand why...
So I met a man from the NCMA this morning at 8 because he was supposed to drop off our awards that we weren't present to accept on Saturday. I was very appreciative of this man taking the time to come by Concordia's campus on his way to work at Doane. However, as he pulled out our awards I noticed that our students names were spelled wrong. I had noticed that these names were spelled incorrectly a couple weeks ago when we received notice of our winnings. I sent them several emails correcting the mistake and they assured me it would be taken care of. It wasn't.
Now, I don't mean to whine, but I just kind it somewhat ironic that a journalism association has trouble spelling correctly. I'm just glad we didn't drive up to Wayne to accept awards that were printed with our names spelled incorrectly. That would have been irritating. The man apologized and said they will reprint them and mail them out. He's the one who noticed the mistake; I probably wouldn't have said anything. I appreciated him taking time coming out to Concordia so we didn't have to waste ours driving to some second-rate journalism competition. Rant over.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Wake up
I woke up this weekend to realize that my time at Concordia is dwindling down to just a few short weeks. These weeks are packed with school, internship, work and life. I feel like I need to make a list for myself of everything I want to do before I graduate because once May comes I'm done.
Done. Finished. Four years of my life. Gone. So much has happened. I feel like my life is a constant essay, being written by the day. Sometimes I wish I could take a break and have someone else write it for me. If that were the case I would take a vacation, maybe to Brazil? I have always loved to listen to people speaking Portuguese. Then I could find a very attractive Brazilian man to take me dancing. His name would probably be Marcelo (which according to familyberry.com was one of the most popular names in Brazil in 1980).
Where did Brazil come in? I think my mind just doesn't want to realize what is going on, that yet again I will have to say goodbye to people that I care about. It's just another place I have lived. Maybe I'm just tired of having to start anew or maybe I am stuck in this cycle. I like my life, where I have been and I am excited to see what is next. Now that it is past midnight I believe there are now only 33 days till graduation (I'll check Emily's facebook to make sure). For now I know I need to focus on the here and now and stop thinking of Marcelo and his ability to move so gracefully across the dance floor.
RW
High school to college
Yesterday was my sister's junior prom. I got to see her all dressed up, and my dad and I drove with her into Lincoln to drop her off at her friend's house, where a big group of them were meeting and then going to dinner and the dance from there. It was interesting to watch the kids, see them all dressed nice and having fun together. Sometimes they were really silly, acting just like, well, high schoolers. Sometimes I just wanted to roll my eyes.
I think back to when I was that age, those high school years. I did enjoy my it, spending time with friends and doing all those high school activities. I was probably a silly high school girl, just like my sister. I have tons of memories from those years. I wouldn't trade those years for anything.
But you couldn't pay me enough to make me want to go back to high school. I don't know how I made it work, eight classes every day with homework for each every night, going to bed at 12:30 or 1 and getting up at 6 or 6:15. And you all know how it was... the cliques that existed, the gossip, the 'high school drama.' It just seems so... unimportant now. For some reason college just seems so much better, my classes are all interesting and more 'valuable' as I see it, and although some 'drama' still exists in the gossip chain, I tend more towards the apathetic side of things. Maybe it's just the growing up that happens in college that does this. I never want to go back to high school, but I did enjoy it at the time.
Sometimes my sister says or does things that I think are so 'high school' and ridiculous. Sometimes I want to say to her how silly she is, how 'high school' it is. But I don't, because I realize she should cherish these times. The high school time won't last too long, she'll be in college soon. I wonder if she will think the same thing about high school that I do now?
~Jessica
I think back to when I was that age, those high school years. I did enjoy my it, spending time with friends and doing all those high school activities. I was probably a silly high school girl, just like my sister. I have tons of memories from those years. I wouldn't trade those years for anything.
But you couldn't pay me enough to make me want to go back to high school. I don't know how I made it work, eight classes every day with homework for each every night, going to bed at 12:30 or 1 and getting up at 6 or 6:15. And you all know how it was... the cliques that existed, the gossip, the 'high school drama.' It just seems so... unimportant now. For some reason college just seems so much better, my classes are all interesting and more 'valuable' as I see it, and although some 'drama' still exists in the gossip chain, I tend more towards the apathetic side of things. Maybe it's just the growing up that happens in college that does this. I never want to go back to high school, but I did enjoy it at the time.
Sometimes my sister says or does things that I think are so 'high school' and ridiculous. Sometimes I want to say to her how silly she is, how 'high school' it is. But I don't, because I realize she should cherish these times. The high school time won't last too long, she'll be in college soon. I wonder if she will think the same thing about high school that I do now?
~Jessica
I'm Not Going Home for Easter
Easter is approaching, and as a lot of people are heading home for the four day weekend later this week, I'm left wondering why. My hometown is less than four hours away, and yet I don't think its worth the drive for a four day weekend. I guess it has to do with the importance people put on togetherness with family around holidays like Easter. It has never seemed that important or special to me. Sure, it commemorates a very important day for us Christians, but I don't see why I should be with family for the commemoration. When I am with my parents for Easter, we'll go to church together that Sunday and possibly go out to eat. That's it. It's nothing different from any other Sunday with my parents other than the possibility of going to a restaurant to eat. Totally not worth the gas or seven hour round trip.
What about the church services leading up to Easter Sunday? Dad never goes to those and I rarely have. Mom has typically just gone herself and not hassled either of us about going, although there have been occasions that she got me to go to Good Friday service. I wasn't even aware of Maunday Thursday until I was in high school.
So, I ask you: are you going home for Easter break and why?
-Josh
What about the church services leading up to Easter Sunday? Dad never goes to those and I rarely have. Mom has typically just gone herself and not hassled either of us about going, although there have been occasions that she got me to go to Good Friday service. I wasn't even aware of Maunday Thursday until I was in high school.
So, I ask you: are you going home for Easter break and why?
-Josh
Simple
There is something about being alone that is comforting to me. The other week I was sitting in the Marketing office and I was the only one at work. Thank you President Friedrich for having a budget meeting. The usual hum of the women working and phones ringing was missing and the replacement noise was soft. Quiet typing echoed from my keyboard. Occasionally the switchboard rang and I answered. I directed their calls away from there. Turned down the noise.
It's amazing how clear and easy it was to think. It's hard to have clouded thoughts when the "sky" is so blank. Like a new canvas. My thoughts flowed freely and creatively. I had a moment to stop and digest the last few hours. Assess the future. Wonder about the past.
I wondered about what the world would look like if there was more of this unknown activity: silence. If the cars stopped honking and the phones stopped ringing and high schoolers un-budded their ears. If everyone listened. If everyone took a moment to slowly inhale and close their eyes.
Sometimes, it is said that technology has opened the eyes of the world. I wonder, though, how much farther open they would be if technology was on the back burner. I know technology is necessary. I love it, in fact. My name is Emily and I am addicted to technology. Yes, I check my email 10 times a day. Yes I have a blog and a twitter and a facebook and a myspace. Yes. Yes. Yes.
BUT. There is the off occasion that I see the world in silence. That I notice the simplicity of a moment without so much movement. I wonder... how much more could I see?
It's amazing how clear and easy it was to think. It's hard to have clouded thoughts when the "sky" is so blank. Like a new canvas. My thoughts flowed freely and creatively. I had a moment to stop and digest the last few hours. Assess the future. Wonder about the past.
I wondered about what the world would look like if there was more of this unknown activity: silence. If the cars stopped honking and the phones stopped ringing and high schoolers un-budded their ears. If everyone listened. If everyone took a moment to slowly inhale and close their eyes.
Sometimes, it is said that technology has opened the eyes of the world. I wonder, though, how much farther open they would be if technology was on the back burner. I know technology is necessary. I love it, in fact. My name is Emily and I am addicted to technology. Yes, I check my email 10 times a day. Yes I have a blog and a twitter and a facebook and a myspace. Yes. Yes. Yes.
BUT. There is the off occasion that I see the world in silence. That I notice the simplicity of a moment without so much movement. I wonder... how much more could I see?
Where has time gone?
It's always so weird when you think of a random memory and then consider how long it has been since you thought that memory. It's so scary to think that I am going to graduate next year and as cliche as it sounds I remember moving in to this place like it was yesterday. I hate it when I find myself wishing away days and nights just so I can get to a certain time in my life in which I will probably be wishing away those days and nights so I can get to the next phase. Time is so important but it is the thing that I take for granted most. Can you relate?
H.F.
Muse
I love the name of our blog: "Submerged Truth: Musings of English 328." Submerged truth is a deep thing to think about (no pun intended). I love the word musing. Musings. To muse. A muse.
Muse. n.
Greek Mythology: Any of the nine daughters of Mnemosyne and Zeus, each of whom presided over a different art or science.
A guiding spirit.
A source of inspiration.
A poet.
I am need of a muse for my life. I need inspiration. I need something to inspire some direction, some desire, some excitement. I feel like I have to inspire myself--and I'm terrible at self-inspiration. In college, I'm inspired to get 'okay' grades to keep my scholarships. In high school I was inspired to practice hard by my basketball/volleyball coach.
Sometimes I have truly inspiring thoughts. But the inspiration doesn't last long. It fizzles. Sometimes I'm inspired by something someone says. For example, last night I was chatting with a friend on Facebook. He told me that if I feel so passionate about a certain thing, that I should DO something about it, rather than sit and think about it. So I did. For the first time in a long time, I actually started 'doing.' Maybe, from now on, I should 'do' whatever I feel inspired to do, instead of just thinking about it and imagine what it would be like. I need to keep the inspiration lit in myself once it happens, no matter how it happens.
I hate that I need intense passion to get me interested in 'doing'. I hate that I let myself get in the way of my own dreams and ambitions. It's really starting to get on my nerves. It annoys me when people have higher expectations for me than I have for myself. I'm just living life, trying to survive but I should be actively 'doing', making a difference, being utterly awesome.
My goal in life: be utterly awesome. My inspiration: What would Jesus do?
Alicia "Passionate" Foley
Muse. n.
Greek Mythology: Any of the nine daughters of Mnemosyne and Zeus, each of whom presided over a different art or science.
A guiding spirit.
A source of inspiration.
A poet.
I am need of a muse for my life. I need inspiration. I need something to inspire some direction, some desire, some excitement. I feel like I have to inspire myself--and I'm terrible at self-inspiration. In college, I'm inspired to get 'okay' grades to keep my scholarships. In high school I was inspired to practice hard by my basketball/volleyball coach.
Sometimes I have truly inspiring thoughts. But the inspiration doesn't last long. It fizzles. Sometimes I'm inspired by something someone says. For example, last night I was chatting with a friend on Facebook. He told me that if I feel so passionate about a certain thing, that I should DO something about it, rather than sit and think about it. So I did. For the first time in a long time, I actually started 'doing.' Maybe, from now on, I should 'do' whatever I feel inspired to do, instead of just thinking about it and imagine what it would be like. I need to keep the inspiration lit in myself once it happens, no matter how it happens.
I hate that I need intense passion to get me interested in 'doing'. I hate that I let myself get in the way of my own dreams and ambitions. It's really starting to get on my nerves. It annoys me when people have higher expectations for me than I have for myself. I'm just living life, trying to survive but I should be actively 'doing', making a difference, being utterly awesome.
My goal in life: be utterly awesome. My inspiration: What would Jesus do?
Alicia "Passionate" Foley
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