Being told “Watch out” and pulled back by a stranger as I haphazardly stepped into the crosswalk in front of a car. Good looking out.
A woman telling me, unprompted while I was out shooting in Hart County, that I’m too pretty for journalism and my smile would be better for PR. Humorous to my comrades at the photojournalism workshop.
Getting stopped by a freshman student for a quote for his article. I told him of course I’d answer his questions, I’m a journalism student, I know how hard that is. He asked, “I know. Does it get easier?” I told him it does.
Someone behind the counter at Zaxby’s asking about my camera and our interaction spiraling into a full-fledged discussion of both our photographic experiences and interests. Everyone has a story.
I’ve got so much to do it’s making my head spin. Between prepping for a weekend-long photojournalism workshop that starts tomorrow, organizing communications and media for a UGA Beyond Coal event, finishing design on our March issue of Ampersand while keeping the April issue rolling, and dealing with upcoming midterm tests, papers and projects, I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of work. Or a fish out of water. In an air of work?
I’ll stick with that first analogy.
But at the same time I’m going stir crazy. Sitting in classes and work and running through any predictable part of my routine has got me jittery. I want to get back out on the road to someplace unexpected and new. Hopefully I can tread the tides of my responsibilities enough next week that I can still hop on a weekend trip to Nashville with a few friends.
Obligatory "Let's get this blog rolling again" post?
I’m sulking back to you, interwebs, with my tail between my legs. What sort of self-respecting twenty-year-old journalism and new media student am I that can’t even keep up a blog? I promise, I’ll be better. And to be clear, I’ll be better because a grade of mine depends on it in my Writing for the Web class. As per usual, this will be a space for me to think out loud, but this time I’ll be doing so more regularly.
And to be fair I’ve been busy. Work, environmental activism, writing and helping to run our independent student magazine, ampersand, school (you know, since this is college), and every once in a while I see my friends. But all of this will make an appearance here. And some old things too. There are some ruminating posts to catch you up on. So I’ll start there.
When I left you last I was about to travel to Thailand. That didn’t happen. The bug that struck me down in Cambodge (see earlier posts) reared its ugly head (ugh…that personification went too far) and I ended up just going straight to Oregon to recoup before I began my summer job on the West Coast. All things considered, that’s a big part of my inactive blog and I tried to parse out that feeling in the following article I wrote, Confessions of a Facebook Expat. The story focuses on Facebook, but it applies to all the outlets for my online presence, this space included.