Papa admires my work

"Who wrote this brilliant piece on the Freshman 15?"

Just kidding. I got a 45 out of 50 on the article I was whining about; so that comes to about a 90 percent. Not exactly brilliant. Also it was supposed to be a mock freelance for Seventeen magazine, which is not a newspaper; besides which I believe Papa would never bother to lay eyes on such a rag, let alone read it. At least I hope he wouldn't bother. ;)

And it is a rag. I, like many less-than-clever high-school girls, had a subscription to Seventeen lo, many years ago (I also used to have a subscription to Teen). I picked up a couple issues while I was writing the Freshman 15 piece, and I was shocked at how low quality and content-less it was. I also don't remember it being so risque ... Why did I waste good money on such a worthless magazine? I must have liked the graphics-heavy, text-light, breathless-style stuff when I was younger. I have to admit that while I was writing it was very easy to match the magazine's style and tone. Maybe that's what I'm meant to spend my life writing, sugar-and-spice-and-everything-nice pieces for teenager's books! I shudder to think. Anyway, grazie to everybody who helped me out with the article! A 90 is pretty good for a 400 level class :)

My next article - a loooong feature - is going to be on the State Street cemetery (I think). It is an extremely old graveyard, complete with toppled-over and sunken headstones, as well as a grave for the unknown dead. Ghost stories about the cemetery are rampant; the angel standing over the "grave of the unknowns" is popularly believed to weep actual tears now and again. And everyone buried there has a story, so it should be interesting. One of the "residents" is a 21 year old student at Ohio University, who died there in 1828. Check out the Google search for "Enoch Hannaman" and you might get a good idea about the place.

I've been in there once so far. It's a really creepy place, even in the daytime, though. I think I should go at least once at night, for research purposes. Brrrr ...