Amor animi arbitrio sumitur, non ponitur...
Date: Dec 6th, 2008 11:40:29 pm - Subscribe
Mood: overjoyed
Music: "Sway" by Michael Buble
I enjoy hearing from people that our world is full of hate. Men spend a lot of time worrying about when and how the world will finally end, because soon, all of the ones that spend their life hating will "get theirs." Of course the irony should be obvious: they are hating just as much as those they are pointing the finger at.
It is completely ridiculous to me that the world is full of hate. I must say, for a world full of hate, there are still so many imaginations that run wild with fantasies of love. Some of these people use their imagination for good and release it to the public in the form of some literature or put it directly to film for all of us to see. They know what it is like to love. They keep the idea of love going.
Whenever I start to feel sinister and as though the world is full of nothing but losers who have all forgotten what it means to love... I like to think about the computer lab at school. There is where the magic happens that is The Stang - our school newspaper, and what I like to think of as a home away from home. It is funny how consumed one can become with something like newspaper. But, I am. Photography is a hobby and passion of mine, but journalism will never die with me. It hasn't for the past two-and-a-half years since I made the decision to become a print journalist. While in the "news room," I guess you could call it, that crowded computer lab placed convienently on the 100 hall becomes a door to frantic students and of course many laughs with friends.
Many of us have close friends, boyfriends, or just new friends that can find all sorts of ways to make our time enjoyable while we work diligently (sometimes) on our assignments.
My seat has been a comfort seat for me. I sign in everyday to the same computer with the same password, and the same routine. Plug in my jump-drive and open up Microsoft Word to my latest article. There I work. I work while every now and then getting interrupted, quite welcomed usually, by laughs from others who sit nearby wishing to tell me a joke or tell me a story that could have won them the Spaz of the Year Award. While I sit at the computer and work hard to perfect syntax and my diction, there is usually a flock of people running around me and loud voices carrying in the somewhat small room.
Next to me, there is always a boy that loves to do nothing but sit and play a racing game that he downloaded onto his own jump-drive. It is usually to his direction I refuse to lean. I turn my ears to the voices on the other side of me. It is the most exciting part of the room. The editor-in-cheif runs around making sure we are doing what we should, while the newspaper sponsor walks around occassionally and answers questions, and the sub-editors (news, features, sports, etc.) walk to their writers and critique them. Usually this routine follows arguments or just plain frantic because the writers realize that there is ten minutes before the bell rings and they only have one paragraph written.
Numerous laughs are shared in computer lab 124, and the sounds of laughter and frantic always keep me interested and motivated to do what I am doing. It is the only place where routine and frenzy come together to make a world I can say I do not want to live without. Yes, we all have had our moments of wanting to pull our hair out or wanting to punch someone in the face... But it is an environment suited for love and perfectly suited for a team willing to work hard to get the job done.
It is the first time I can truly say I have ever been a part of something like this. We all love what we are doing, and will admit we do love each other. (Usually...) I love reminding myself of how much I love print journalism and how much I love newspaper class. If nothing else will do it, thinking of precisely that keeps me going and keeps me believing that the world is not full of hate. Hate comes from the passion that we have for something and instead of simply admitting to it, we run away and hide behind anger. When we finally decide to express our love, we become better people.
The only thing wrong with loving is the fact that when it is true, it never leaves your heart. You'll always remember it. We choose to love, we do not choose to cease loving. It is out of our hands.
(Jack's owner came to the neighborhood knocking on every door with a poster asking for him. Jack saw him and fought his way to him. The guy teared up. He said his fiancée was a mess without him there. It was a great moment. That is exactly what I wanted.)
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anonymous - December 07th, 2008 |
anonymous - December 07th, 2008 |
I love photography too!!!!!!!!! I am not good at it but I love to enjoy others'. You should post yours on here sometime. anonymous - December 07th, 2008 |
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