14-hour days

When I wake up on newspaper deadline night, I fear the upcoming 14-hour day. But I know I'll have fun and time will fly, so it's basically a wash.

I like hanging out with the juniors and seniors who are on newspaper: they are a really eclectic group of students who are dedicated to this paper. They play too much and work too little most of the time, but that's to be expected. It's the play time that they'll remember years from now: and it's what helps me bond with them in a way that astounds me sometimes.

Plus, they end up putting out a pretty good quality newspaper, in spite of the occasional drama and in spite of the occasional tears. Journalism is an intense media -- and deadline night brings out the best and worst of some kids.

Ok. Time to get ready for the eternal day from hell. It's only the hours that make it so bad, plus the fact that the couch is gone and I won't get no chill time.

Oh well. The press must go on.