Thursday, October 05, 2006

Let the rain come down

I promised myself I wouldn't title this post with lyrics from a bad pop song. It looks like I lied to myself, oops!

Athens, Ohio received a direct hit from a nasty storm last night, the night on which I had my late night with The Post's copy staff. Today's was a twelve page paper, too - only the second time so far this year that we've been that big, I believe. However, my fervent praying (which, to be honest, was more like whining) obtained for me the miracle of being sent home at 12:30, instead of ye olde 2:00 in the morning.

In other journalism news, I was appointed to lead one of three teams of copy editors at Southeast Ohio Magazine. This will mean slightly more work, but hopefully double the resume umph.

I am going to come right out and ask for prayers from my little readership. As you know, I'm going to be graduating at Thanksgiving time, and will no longer have my reliable "student" status to get me discounts, the forbearance of adults, and an identity. I will, however, have a magnum cum laude bachelor's degree from the Scripps School, and about $6,000 in debt.

I am considering going to grad school, but only if I can get it all paid for by the university; I am thinking about applying for some editing jobs, and for a government position; I am worrying about my vocation and wondering if by doing any of the above I would just be putting off what God wants from me. All in all, preparing to leave the undergraduate world is just as confusing as I thought it would be. I wanna be a freshman again :(

All whining aside, I would appreciate it if you would pray that I am able to figure out my life, preferably in the next five to six weeks. Bit of a tight schedule, I know :)

What am I forgetting? Oh, that's right, my latest for The Post, on Our Lady of Guadalupe. It's very inoffensive and non-controversial, and I wrote it two hours before my deadline. Tisk, tisk.


  1. Hey you. I think your mama came in today... But as I only met her the one time in a very different setting (read: church) I am not completely sure. However, since this unknown woman asked me if I'd heard from Betsy, I'm betting it was her.

    Now, guilt that I haven't written to her hits me more. I think I'll get her a card or something on my :celebration: day off tomorrow.

    And you're all grown up and shopping for a Real Job! I feel so... Blah.

    Good for you! :)

  2. well written column......

  3. Wait, no one's offended? I insist you rewrite!! :P

  4. I'm pretty sure it's 'let the rain fall down'. Anyway, how are you doing- and Sr. Elizabeth?