At the moment, today's insanity is in the process of winding down. But this morning, I faced the prospect of finishing two pieces for the Front, and my first mid-term on top of that.
I was 15 minutes late into meeting of The Western Front and I made my way to the front of the class to turn in my two papers. As I was about to go back, John, the faculty adviser walked over and handed me a envelope--which was a little freaky at the time since my mind was so centered on the mid-term he was going to administer that afternoon.
I sat down and couldn't wait to open it. I remember going through the possibilities in my head at the time and concluding it would be one of two things since it was from the Journalism Department: either I had done something pretty bad and this was some kind of probation notice, or I was finally accepted into the department as a declared journalism major. I won't mince words and keep you on your toes: it was the later! Simply worded and to the point, it said a little congratulations and wished me the best.
I like reading something like that on a day like this.