Sunday, April 12, 2009

Bill Bryson

Each semester, Drake brings someone awesome for the Bucksbaum Lecture. We've had people like Jane Goodall, Ben and Jerry, and Bob Costas. Next semester we'll have Maya Angelou. This semester we had BILL BRYSON!

Bill Bryson is one of my all-time favorite authors. He has written a bunch of funny travel books and his latest, "The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid," is a memoir about growing up in Des Moines in the 1950s.

I was kind of nervous about seeing him for real. I was afraid he'd be some sort of bitter old man who is sick of making speeches and talking to students, but I was pleasantly surprised. He was so... Bill Bryson-y. He has a half-British accent which comes from his 3ish decades in England.

Basically, it was amazing. He was one of the best speakers I've ever had the pleasure of listening to.

What's even better is that he stuck around after the speech to sign copies of his books. I don't know how he did it; my hand would have fallen off.

Check out the pics I took!!!


I love him. He's amazing




Receiving his honorary doctorate

Friday, April 10, 2009

Apartment!

Lately I've kind of been stressing about my living situation for next year. Freshmen and sophomores are required to live on campus, but juniors and seniors are kind of on their own. Some upperclassmen can live on campus, and some are even required to depending on the kind of scholarship they have. I'm not in that group, so I'm on my own for housing.

Looking for an apartment was kind of scary. I suppose it wasn't super hard, but I just didn't know where to look or how to start or what to look for or consider. I had never done it before and I didn't know how. That was the scary part. I certainly wanted to live off campus, but it was hard to take the first step.

Drake has some off-campus housing available through Drake Realty. They have apartments and even some houses here and there for students to lease. I didn't go that route because I wanted something available May 1st (so I could work on moving during the last couple weeks of school). Drake Realty's prices also seemed a bit high compared to similar units owned by other companies.

After I decided to not go the Drake Realty direction, I started looking at those apartment finder magazines that they have in grocery stores. Just looking through them gave me a general idea of price range and standard amenities. I was looking for a 2 bedroom and those seem to run $575-650 in this area. So at least I had learned that much.

I bookmarked some promising ones and then asked a friend of mine if those parts of town were safe and decent to live in. He knows the area much better than I do and I'm glad I asked him. He vetoed the apartments in the questionable parts of town which was nice. At least I didn't have to worry about being in a shady neighborhood.

After spring break, my roommate and I started looking at apartments. I was kind of put off by the first one we saw. They showed us a model which kind of made me feel weird. I don't want to see a model that you fixed up really well and decorated nicely - I want to see the apartment I'd actually be living in. The building smelled like cigarette smoke and must and the management staff was kind of abrasive. The apartment itself was ok, but the bedrooms were tiny. I was disappointed because I wasn't excited. I was also by myself for this particular showing and that didn't help. I didn't know what to think about or look at or ask.

My roommate came along to see the next two apartments which were both much more exciting. They had all-new flooring and big bedrooms and lots of natural light. THAT'S what I was expecting the first time around. I wanted somewhere I could be excited about and see myself living - and these places had that.

After seeing those two, we decided on a place. We filled out the application and all that good stuff. Here's a tip - get a credit card. When you try to rent an apartment, it's helpful to have credit. Preferably good credit, at that. Just get a credit card and charge something small every month - a tank of gas, a refill of your prescription, anything along those lines. That will help get you used to using it and start building credit. Because my roommate doesn't have credit and neither of us have a rental history to speak of, my dad had to cosign our lease. It's not the end of the world, but hopefully after this apartment we'll be able to sign our own leases. I'm sure Dad will like that, too.

So we're both SUPER excited for our new place. We get to move in NEXT WEEK already. I'll still be living on campus officially, but it'll be nice to be able to move slowly over a few weeks than to do it all in a weekend.

Check out pics!






Thursday, March 19, 2009

Internships... again

The word "internship" makes my teeth grind. My hair curls when I hear "cover letter" and "resume." My muscles contract when I hear "follow-up email." I roll my eyes when I hear "networking."

Ugh, junior year buzzwords. MAKE IT STOP! I can't take it.

I'm just SO frustrated. I can't even tell you. Sometimes I freak myself out so much, I get an upset stomach and cry myself to sleep - only to wake up in the middle of the night to worry some more. It's not a good situation. EVERYBODY (students, professors, employers) puts so much emphasis on having an internship this summer. It's IMPERATIVE, they tell me. You HAVE to get one if you want to graduate with a job. I can't listen to that anymore.

You know what I get a lot? That I don't have enough experience. For an ENTRY-LEVEL INTERNSHIP. Seriously? How am I supposed to GET experience if I don't have enough EXPERIENCE TO GET EXPERIENCE? It's a stupid, vicious cycle. And how am I supposed to break out of it? I have no idea. NO IDEA.

And it's like the people in charge of hiring interns have never been where I am. If they have, you'd think they'd at least be considerate and return emails and phone calls. But most of them don't. Most of them just leave you dangling in an agonizing abyss of uncertainty.

Some actually say no. Which, I guess, is good. At least you know. But those stupid rejection letters kill me. "You were one of the top candidates." "You have outstanding qualities." I don't want to hear that at all. One of the top candidates? Pffft, I'd rather be dead last than second. Are you kidding me? Doesn't that just make it worse? I tried to to test out of my required math class. I had to get 50 points to test out - I literally got 49. I would rather have biffed it completely than to miss by ONE point. Same situation.

Maybe it's not the end of the world if I don't get something because I'm bound to get A job after graduation. Sure, A job - doing SOMETHING SOMEWHERE. Fine, I'll take it. But I've been busting my hump for almost 3 years so I can be a writer and the idea that I might not get to be one DOESN'T FEEL GOOD.

It could all work out. Who knows? Maybe I'll stumble upon a job that I completely adore but has nothing to do with what I'm studying - plenty of journalists I know didn't even study journalism in school (which, by the way, irks me to no end). Maybe. In the meantime, I just need someone to take a chance on me or just man up and tell me I'm not good enough.

Sorry, I'm kind of angry these days.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Facebook changes... again

Pardon me while I rant....

WHY DID FACEBOOK CHANGE AGAIN? WHY? It's awful. Allow me to break out one of my favorite sayings - if it ain't broke, DON'T FIX IT. Goodness gracious. I just got over the last round of changes and now they're springing more changes on us? No, that's not OK.

They think they can get away with it because it's not like we're all going to stop using Facebook. That'd be like the end of the world or something. And maybe they're right. I'm certainly not going to stop using it because they designers/developers made some really DUMB changes. But I'll grind my teeth every time I log on.

Is it just me, or does this look A LOT like Twitter? I don't Twitter - or tweet or whatever. But I've seen Twitter and the resemblance is definitely there. It's annoying. If I want a Twitter, I'll get a Twitter. It just so happens I don't want a Twitter, I want a Facebook - but now they're one and the same.

It's like a nebulous, homogenized, glob of online social networking.

It blows. I want the old, OLD Facebook back.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Rejection Letter

Just before I left for Spring Break I got a little letter in the mail from the Denver Post. It was a tiny little envelope and nothing at all to be excited about. Those tiny envelopes don't usually bring good news. Small envelopes usually mean bad news - your account is overdrawn, thanks but no thanks, fines from the library... something along those lines.

This envelope didn't have good news. It was a thanks, but no thanks.

Words like "unfortunately" and "reapply next year" and "qualifications" jumped off the page. It was all pretty standard.

I wasn't super disappointed. Getting that internship was a long shot, anyway. But at least I got a rejection letter. I wasn't left waiting in the abyss of the unknown. So there's the sliver lining.

Then I took a look at the envelope itself. It was postmarked 12/24.

Are you kidding me? 12/24??? It's MARCH!

In the end I'm glad I didn't get the internship. Could you imagine if I was accepted and then didn't get the letter until March? The Post would have passed me over. I wouldn't have contacted them and they would just assume I was no longer interested.

Can you imagine the agony?

Blessing in disguise if I've ever seen one.

Rock on, Rocky staffers

If you read my last post, you know Denver lost The Rocky Mountain News a few weeks ago, putting dozens of seasoned journalists out of work.

But don't think of them as victims of an increasingly competitive and struggling industry; they certainly don't consider themselves victims.

In an inspirational move, former Rocky staffers started IWantMyRocky.com (now renamed InDeverTimes.com - visit). It's still the Rocky staffers doing what Rocky staffers do - reporting.

Unfortunately at the moment, they're doing what they do for free. They're selling subscriptions to their website, so maybe one day they'll be able to support a paid staff. Who knows?

But the fact that they aren't getting paid doesn't matter to me much. Journalism is about more than money - it's about spirit and service. And these guys are proving it. They didn't roll over and die; they fought back. They're fighting because the economy and the internet and other competition can't take away their love for what they do.

I admire the Rocky staffers and I'm inspired by their fight back. They're not only preserving the spirit of the Rocky Mountain News, but preserving the spirit of journalism.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Rocky Mountain News

So print media peeps were dealt another blow a few weeks ago. The Rocky Mountain News, a paper that has been in print for 150 years, shut down. 150 years of providing service to the community and it's gone.

To be honest, I got a little choked up.

It's one thing for the baby start-ups to go under, but a well-established and widely-respected big city newspaper like the Rocky? That's just sad. Admittedly, the Rocky has been on the outs for a while. I know they were trying to sell not too long ago. For the low, low price of $1 million (or something like that) you could buy a newspaper.

But in the end it just couldn't pull through its slump. It's so weird. I remember front pages from the election, the convention, when Bush declared war, 9/11, the Columbine shootings... I saved some of those. Maybe I won't get rid of them after all. I want one to hold on to. To remember the event, sure. But mostly to remember the newspaper that was once a powerful behemoth of information.

As a wanna be journalist from Colorado, it was just genuinely upsetting news. I feel like newspapers have a presence in their communities. There's something safe and reliable about newspapers. They're dependable -- at least, they were.

Maybe the internet is where it's all headed anyway, I don't know. But there's something so nice and comforting about the newspaper -- it's damp smell, the inky pages, the humorous ink blots that can black out half a story, the feeling that you have to be a member of the elite to actually be printed in the REAL LIFE NEWSPAPER -- that the internet will never be able to capture. And I don't want it to.

I want newspapers to be special forever. The Rocky certainly will be.
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