I am so. tired.
Sep. 9th, 2003 07:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanThe kind that people talk about feeling in their bones. Mentally, physically, emotionally, every resource has been taxed and exhausted. All morning long I ran around the Murphree area interviewing Graduate Hall Assistants and RAs and students (by the way, apparently I'm one of the few girls comfortable giving quotes while wearing only a towel) and electricians and area supervisors.
When I wasn't doing that I was on the phone making yet more calls to various said persons as well as the editors at the Alligator and writing.
And writing.
And rewriting and checking the AP Stylebook and writing yet more, and I fear it didn't quite cohere into a whole by the time I submitted it but there it is, and if I say so myself, I constructed a rather fantastic article around the rather simple event of a tripped fire alarm. Living there and knowing about the new electrical wiring as well as fire safety inspections to be conducted this week helped.
One bloody article and you'd think two and a half pages wouldn't take that much out of you but it does, and I could sleep a lifetime. However, this also went a long way toward reaffirming that I like journalism, that I can in fact do this, that I'm smart and good on my feet and can write well, if not necessarily focused yet.
In-between, I ran around (literally) all day, everywhere, and got there late anyway. Though the sprint to PoliSci was rather pleasant, whatwith A.D.I.D.A.S. blasting in my ears. It kept me awake for the first hour of class, anyhow, but that's all any reasonable person could expect of me even after popping those couple of chocolate-covered espresso beans.
Had a bit of meatloaf in the dining hall. It was dry and tasteless and made me miss my mom something fierce. Her meatloaf is legendary among my friends.
Despite all this, I made two people trip over their own feet all the way across the street and got chatted up by the guy sitting in the next row after PoliSci and said mostly intelligent, coherent things about politics to boot. Heh.
Sigh. Laundry to do, Stats to watch, room to clean, advertising to read. I don't like this pseudo-working stiff thing already.
When I wasn't doing that I was on the phone making yet more calls to various said persons as well as the editors at the Alligator and writing.
And writing.
And rewriting and checking the AP Stylebook and writing yet more, and I fear it didn't quite cohere into a whole by the time I submitted it but there it is, and if I say so myself, I constructed a rather fantastic article around the rather simple event of a tripped fire alarm. Living there and knowing about the new electrical wiring as well as fire safety inspections to be conducted this week helped.
One bloody article and you'd think two and a half pages wouldn't take that much out of you but it does, and I could sleep a lifetime. However, this also went a long way toward reaffirming that I like journalism, that I can in fact do this, that I'm smart and good on my feet and can write well, if not necessarily focused yet.
In-between, I ran around (literally) all day, everywhere, and got there late anyway. Though the sprint to PoliSci was rather pleasant, whatwith A.D.I.D.A.S. blasting in my ears. It kept me awake for the first hour of class, anyhow, but that's all any reasonable person could expect of me even after popping those couple of chocolate-covered espresso beans.
Had a bit of meatloaf in the dining hall. It was dry and tasteless and made me miss my mom something fierce. Her meatloaf is legendary among my friends.
Despite all this, I made two people trip over their own feet all the way across the street and got chatted up by the guy sitting in the next row after PoliSci and said mostly intelligent, coherent things about politics to boot. Heh.
Sigh. Laundry to do, Stats to watch, room to clean, advertising to read. I don't like this pseudo-working stiff thing already.
