Woot! I have just completed my first layout session as a paginator. It was frustrating as crap, but I finally got everything adjusted just right and now I just have to wait for the last two articles to come in.
I also completed my first article with under 24 hours notice. It can take me days to get ahold of people for sources. Not that I'm a procrastinator, it's just that I seem to have terrible luck in getting people to call/email me back for interviews. This time I was lucky to get some readily available sources and was able to get a good story done in good time. Much to the relief of the new sports editor, Joey.
In other Journal news, we had our closing barbecue last night. I am now soooooo sore. There was a swing set, which my butt pretty much didn't fit in. I swung a lot anyway. I love swings... :) I discovered, much to my amusement, that I'm pretty much the only girl on the Journal squad who can consistenly catch and throw a football well. I guess nobody else had brothers...
We also played 'Silent Death,' a frisbee game invented by Marc, our opinion editor. There's basically two frisbees that you throw together. If the other person catches both of them, it's one point. If he/she only catches one, it's no points, and if they don't catch either of them, it's minus a point. Anyway, Marc is pretty much the frisbee ninja. We had a tournament, and I missed beating him by one whole point. He got all pretend-mad and sort of attacked me with the frisbee and broke it on me by accident. It was a joke though. He's little. He knows I could totally put him away if I wanted to... I have decided that I want to be a frisbee ninja when I grow up. :) Now I'm so sore... Silent Death is the bomb, though.
We also all got awards for stuff. Mine was "Newcomer of the Semester" award. Notables included "Most Likely To Show Up in Police Beat" (one of our photographers got arrested and was put in the paper), "Most Interesting Self-Inflicted Injury" (Sean accidentally ran himself over while driving... how does that even happen?!) and "Most Likely to Secretly Be A Cylon" (Most of the office crew devoutly watches Battlestar Gallactica).
It's a pity most of the Journal crew is leaving this year. Marc and Rachel and their baby, Joe, are headed to London where Marc's going to grad school at Oxford. Katie is transferring to BYU (notorious for girls looking for their MRS degree, which earned her the award "Most Likely To Catch A Frisbee Or A Husband With Her Teeth"). Sam, Angie and Mr. Christian are graduating this year and going off into the real world. I'm especially going to miss Angie. The place won't be the same without her.
Anyway... I borrowed Kristen's calculator for my math final this morning. She and I had studied oodles for it. She's a math whiz, so she helped me with fractional exponents, square roots, the Quadratic Formula... all those things we were supposed to know. The problem was that not a one of those things was on the test. Nice. So I failed it anyway. Darn. Obviously, I'm not really excited about that. But I'm resigned to it and have decided that if I'm going to fail something, I might as well fail it in a spectacular fashion, which I'm pretty sure I did.
I still gotta finish my portfolio for my journalism final tomorrow. That one should be simple. It's just the portfolio and an interview. I've got that downpat. I've also got to show up and sign my name on the roll for my Spanish final. Love that one. Thursday is my last final for which I actually need to study... then I'm going to sell my books back, take the money to the D.I., and buy clothing. Without holes. After which I will walk to the Main Street Park to hang out with Sam for a bit, then return home, finish packing and cleaning, and officially leave Manzanita behind forever.
I'm still annoyed that they're making us clean the apartment. I'm sure the wrecking crew is going to find it quite vexing that there will bit dirt among all the rubble that's left when they're done. I know they said they're going to be using the apartments for summer guests, but since they're tearing it down two whole days after graduation... Right. I'm going to watch with interest and obvious enjoyment as they tear this place down... :)
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