Charlie's "100 Things Posts About Me"
#50. I was a Features Editor for my college newspaper.
So,
yes, for those of you naysayers, I
have had journalism experience prior to this train wreck of a site. So
nyah.
Come to think of it, my work at the paper is pretty similar to what I'm doing now. Oh, sure, I was in charge of layout then, and editing other people's pieces to make them fit, or flow, or coherent. But the
real fun came when we didn't have enough features, and I had to dip quill into inkwell myself, and come up with a piece of my own. An
original piece. An original
opinion piece, actually. Mwah hah hah. Mwah! Mwah hah hah!
Mwah hah hah! Mwah! Hah HAH HAH HAH!
Um, okay, so it wasn't
that good. But still, it was pretty cool being snarky about the school -- and especially the school
president -- and getting it in print. 'Cause at that point, there
was no editor, really. Sure, there was a Features Co-Editor, but she wrote her own (bo-ring!) stuff, and we edited our own pieces. And there was an Editor In Chief, or something similar, too, but he really only cared about layout. So we'd print all the shit that fit. Not bad, eh?
So, I laid into the prez a couple of times. He was a smarmy bastard, worried about getting fat-cat money from the trustees, but not so concerned about actually
using it for the students' benefit. Rather, he set about sprucing up the administrative buildings on campus and throwing big parties. (For the trustees, with their own money. Sheesh.) So, I wasn't much of a fan, and I got to tell the whole campus about it. Well, the four people who actually
read the school paper, anyway. And that was enough.
But after a year, I decided I'd had enough, and I quit. I forget now whether I just got bored, or graduated, but I think it was the former. I really don't remember much in the way of extracurriculars my senior year, so I'm pretty sure I wasn't writing for the paper then. Or maybe I was -- my memory's pretty well shot at this point. Just pick whichever scenario you like better, and we'll move on.
Picked one? Good. Here we go.
Anyway, it was fun while it lasted, and probably paved the way for the crap you're reading right now. Lucky you, right? If I'd only had someone looking over my shoulder, maybe you wouldn't have to go through this. But here I am, annoying you with post after post after post. Hey, I guess my liberal arts education is coming in handy, after all!
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