Double Fail

I didn't even realize until some point earlier today that I forgot to write anything on Wednesday, and then failed to write anything today. That's alright though, the evening was productive even though I failed to hold up to my blogging plan.

I'm all packed and ready to head for home after class in the morning. The roads aren't too great at the moment, but I'm hoping that by then they'll be better. If not though, it's not like it's the first time that I've driven in the snow. It may end up wearing on my patience but I'll exercise some caution.

Today was my final day in my JRN 200 class, and I think it went well. I didn't end up blogging Wednesday because I was furiously working to finish my final story for that class. As it was, it was four-thirty Thursday morning before I had that and the extra credit article written. Though really it was totally worth it.

I braved the cold to turn in my papers and then have a one-on-one with my teacher about my grade, which I ended up doing very well in that class. I got at least a 3.0, maybe better depending on the grades that I end up getting on these final two papers. It was a tough class, and I'm glad that it's over, but I definitely appreciate the things that I learned in there. It was an important step in gearing up for my journalism career.

However, my three and a half hours of sleep are catching up with me, and if I'm driving home in the snow I need to be awake, so I'll fill the next few days with explanations regarding the last few post lapses.

Forgetful SLUG

I was so focused on finishing my SLUG worksheet for class tomorrow that I nearly didn't write this before going out. That wouldn't have been a good idea.

Now that I have you confused though, maybe I'll explain what a SLUG worksheet is. It has nothing to do with an actual slug, I promise. Basically in journalism a 'slug' is a short description of your article that you are supposed to include near the top of the page when you turn it in to your editor. In this case it needs to be there when I turn articles in to my professor.

Anyway, we're going to be writing our first articles this coming week, but first a SLUG worksheet has to be filled out. Basically this explains the article idea to Omar, and then he determines whether we can run with the idea or if we have to go back to the drawing board.

I'm really hoping that the idea I've come up with is going to work... Other words I'm not really sure what I'll write about, but I suppose we shall see.

To Disappear

I was listening to Fall Out Boy’s latest album on the way home from work the other night. ‘20 Dollar Nose Bleed’ come on, and as it opens the lead singer sings, “Do you ever want to disappear?”. It’s an interesting question, because it got me thinking about the beliefs we hold believing them to be truth.

When you believe something to be true but later discover it false does it loose any of the truth it held for the moment in which it was believed to be so?

There was certainly a point in time where I wanted to disappear. I really craved it, because I believed for whatever reason that would make everything better. In my bleakest moments I can still convince myself that this is what I want, even though in moments of clarity I know better.

Maybe it’s not that we ever truly wish to disappear but that we want to be assured that if we were to manage such a thing we would be missed. Maybe the idea of disappearance is only true in that it is believed to be an escape hatch. We seem to think that ditching the life that we are faced with will result in losing those moments that are making it difficult. Yet once moments have passed into existence they take on their new life in memory, and we can’t outrun ourselves no matter how much we wish to try.

It is easier said to forgive than to forget, and this is why I don’t believe in that maxim. It is nearly impossible to ever forget, and therefore I suggest not worry so much about forgetting, because where there is forgiveness there isn’t the need. Forgive yourself and others for those moments that are hard to bear, and remember those instances and the way that you dealt with them in order to learn how to deal in the future. Remember as a lesson, and allow the pain to ease through the implementation of forgiveness.

Forgetful

This is not a habit that I have intentionally fallen into, but I nearly forgot to write and post this. Again. Grey’s Anatomy’s season finale just ended and I am flabbergasted. I’m not going to spoil the ending here, but let’s just say that it was not the ending that I foresaw. It was incredibly sad.

Tomorrow’s the day. Hopefully everything goes smoothly with the gentleman who’s coming into the store to pick up his merchandise. He was irate Wednesday on the phone, but maybe he’s cooled off a bit by now. Either that or he’s spent his time stewing and is even more upset, whatever the case may be I get to deal with him.

We’ll see how that goes.