I’ve Been Haunted by This Old Ghost Before
I felt pretty alive today.
Rick Mercer was at Brock University today to launch the Spread The Net Campaing, which aids in helping children in Africa fight malaria. He chose Brock to launch the campaign this year, which was pretty cool, as the university seldom draws this type of high-profile celebrity.
But regardless, I felt like I know I will when I reach the point in my career where it becomes a daily activity. I was running around talking to people, making sure we got our one-on-one interviews, fight with the competition, working the cell phone, the whole thing. To most, it might sound a little mundane, but it was rather exhilirating.
I feel like I’ve done a lot of good things for the newspaper so far, and I think it reflects in the product that we put out each week. I, much like my blogging counterpart, love my job and enjoy every (well almost every) minute I spend in the office, at an event getting interviews and everything else that comes along with being in the profession of journalism.
I also found out today that a column I wrote was picked up on the national wire, which means it could potentially find its way into every campus newspaper in the country. I’ve had my stuff picked up before, and subsequently printed, and I can say there is no better feeling than having something you wrote appear in someone else’s publication, especially with all the available options they could have otherwise chose.
The title to this blog post actually means something this time, rather than the seemingly random words tossed together that normally exists. Does that sentence make sense? I’m choosing not to re-read it, but when I was writing it, it didn’t seem at all like what was meant to come out. Oh well, moving on.
But yes, the old ghost. While it has changed in character, the reason in which it comes to haunt has not. I don’t think I’m fully ready to explain for two reasons;
1) I don’t think I want anyone to know and,
2) I don’t think I want to admit to reasons that I’m sure would be true as to why it continuously haunts me.
I’m actually excited to wake up at the ass-crack of dawn tomorrow to go in to work. Even though I make my own hours (a sweet perk of being the top dawg) I can’t wait to get there and see what the day has to offer. While it is certain that I will be haunted, part of me doesn’t mind right now. It’s just one of those things. I could explain, but I think it would make my head hurt. Until next time…hopefully I’ll have something a little better to write about. A poem perhaps? Yeah, I write poetry, what’s it to ya?
Peace.
