News, News, News

My news article on the lounges in Ferrin (my residence hall) being turned into rooms made the front page of the student paper! Woot. I also have a review of Tropic Thunder in this issue.

For next week's issue of The Tartan, I had a phone interview with Jo Kadlecek this morning. She's a communication professor who is now working with the college communication office. She teaches my media writing class, so I was a little stressed before making the call. She's always seemed very approachable and warm, but I just worried that I would mess up and she'd think I was stupid. Of course, she didn't. She spoke slowly enough for me to get things down and even pointed out which of my questions were particularly good. I should've known she would understand, since she's usually on my side of the conversation (that is, the interviewer side).

That lasted until 10:25, which is when chapel starts. This year I've been getting there late, even when I give myself seven or eight minutes (by my clock, which is fast) to make the three minute walk. I guess they just start ridiculously early. Anyway, I knew they'd never let me in. Nobody wants to sit through convocation - usually a panel discussion, i.e., lots of talking and no music - without at least getting chapel credit. So instead I stayed in Ferrin and dyed my hair turquoise again.

I was going to take a picture of my newly dyed hair, but my photo booth isn't working. I think the Apple store might have messed up my camera when they replaced my screen, which I busted last weekend by shutting the plug inside of it when a fire alarm went off. It cost me $700 to fix. Or more accurately, it cost my Dad that much. Good old Dad. It's good to know someone always has your back. It just infuriates me that if I had set the alarm off myself and the fire department had had to come check things out, the fine, $650, would've cost less than the repairs.