May 29, 2005
School is over, another semester come and gone. I’m convinced the journalism department is the most unfair grading department at school. I get straight high marks in art, religion, photography, sociology… even the upper division classes. The journalism professors seem relentless in their pursuit of making me feel inadequate. But I’m happy with the semester. [...]
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May 28, 2005
It is funny how I gently roll the cookie fortune between my fingers. The small paper coiling and uncoiling briefly shows its randomly selected wisdom for they who pick it. The funniest thing is I had promised myself I wouldn’t do this. I fidget and bite my lower lip. The voices in the room loose [...]
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