DANA: Journalism, Sunshine, and Daffodils

I LOVE that spring is finally here. I have had such a bad case of the winter doldrums and it didn't help that I had to leave Tulsa and everyone I know to come to Stillwater. But, now that spring is here, things are actually starting to get better. I don't dread waking up to go to class in the mornings and I'm starting to get involved in school things. Right now I'm helping Alpha Phi Omega and the regional Oklahoma Food Bank with their spring canned food drive. Since its looking like I will have to be in Stillwater Monday-Friday this fall, I think I will start to get even more involved with school organizations. I'd like to join the Association of Women in Communications and get more involved in the Society of Professional Journalists student chapter. And who knows, maybe I will do even more. We will see!

Honestly though, I haven't really had time to get involved in anything with my classes this semester. I'm almost tired of journalism at this point. My reporting class alone has been killer and now I'm working on a 1300 word in-depth article about (da da da dum)... campus police overtime. Yes, it probably will be as boring as it sounds. And I honestly don't even know where to start to find a good angle for it.


Aren't the daffodils pretty? I never noticed what beautiful flowers daffodils are. And they smell... amazing. :)

DANA: Getting the Boot.

It is now May 4th I started this blog entry back in March I think....

Anyway, here is a picture of my mom's Tahoe with a boot courtesy of OSU's Parking & Permits patrol. Gotta love that!

It cost me $50 to get the boot taken off just because I let the meter I was parked at expire.

DANA: Workin' at The World

When I saw the printing press for the first time, I actually screamed. I really did. Not like a horror movie scream, but more of an excited squeal. I was getting off the elevator on my first day of work and there it was. Through floor to ceiling windows I saw an actual printing press for the first time in my life and I actually felt like I was part of something. I felt like I was part of something real- something with a true ability to empower people.

That was two months ago. Now I pass that printing press everyday, once on my way up to the newsroom and again on my way home. I still get excited when I see it because I know that, even though I personally am just an obituary writer, there are people all around me reporting the news. Even though I'm pretty insignificant, there are people all around me actually making a difference. And the fact that I get to witness it first hand is enough for me... right now.

Leaving work today, I stopped to look through the windows at the printing press again. It was printing thousands of copies of tomorrow's Tulsa World. That really made me smile.