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    I’ve never been a gold star student. My dad was a straight A student and I always wanted to show him I was too. I never could — every semester, without fail, there would be something off. This has been my last semester at Newhouse (capstone aside) and I finally did it. Content doesn’t even beginning to describe it. :)
It took an entire academic career to learn how to be a student, but I did finally figure it out. 

    I’ve never been a gold star student. My dad was a straight A student and I always wanted to show him I was too. I never could — every semester, without fail, there would be something off. This has been my last semester at Newhouse (capstone aside) and I finally did it. Content doesn’t even beginning to describe it. :)

    It took an entire academic career to learn how to be a student, but I did finally figure it out. 

    — 1 year ago with 1 note

    #straight A's  #academics  #grades  #school  #newhouse 
    I’m in love. It took me all summer and more than half a semester to finally realize it, but I’ve got it bad.
This blog needs to take a little hiatus from its random eclecticism to try a subject focus on for size. Normally I’m so scatter-brained that it’s impossible for me to write all the time, every time on one thing. But seriously, and don’t laugh, I’ve fallen in love with my grad school and I want to write about it until summer 2012.
The thing about school is, it’s all I’ve ever wanted. It’s all I’ve ever liked. Not the rigid time schedules, the homework, the rules—that’s all skeletal and transactional. But the idea of school, of learning and curiosity, surrounded by others who want to know as much, or more, than you, thrills me. It’s why I want to be a journalist. It’s my cheat code for this whole career thing: a way I could learn new things every day while still indulging my other passion, writing.
I realize now this is my last time in school, at least for a while. My last student ID card, my last class registration, my last free tickets to a guest lecture, my last year of guilt-free, cafeteria tater tots. I don’t want to forget a second of it. 

    I’m in love. It took me all summer and more than half a semester to finally realize it, but I’ve got it bad.

    This blog needs to take a little hiatus from its random eclecticism to try a subject focus on for size. Normally I’m so scatter-brained that it’s impossible for me to write all the time, every time on one thing. But seriously, and don’t laugh, I’ve fallen in love with my grad school and I want to write about it until summer 2012.

    The thing about school is, it’s all I’ve ever wanted. It’s all I’ve ever liked. Not the rigid time schedules, the homework, the rules—that’s all skeletal and transactional. But the idea of school, of learning and curiosity, surrounded by others who want to know as much, or more, than you, thrills me. It’s why I want to be a journalist. It’s my cheat code for this whole career thing: a way I could learn new things every day while still indulging my other passion, writing.

    I realize now this is my last time in school, at least for a while. My last student ID card, my last class registration, my last free tickets to a guest lecture, my last year of guilt-free, cafeteria tater tots. I don’t want to forget a second of it. 

    — 2 years ago with 13 notes

    #journalist  #love  #newhouse  #school  #syracuse