So this is the exciting and mystical winter term. There's been rain, there's been cold, there's been wind and fog. But there has also been beautiful days of sunshine and hints of warmth and the early flowers are starting to peek out, wondering why they aren't utterly waterlogged.
I'm taking three fantastic classes: Science Reporting, Newspaper Design and Story Development (with my favorite prof, it's my aim to have him as my teacher for every term I'm here..he's just really helped open my mind to journalism and ways of thinking and my writing). Every time I leave a class, I'm pumped up and inspired and gushing with ideas. All you have to do is ask Brian.
He's another part of the "transcending human understanding" (mystical-great definition!) experiences I've been having in regard to life and learning and opening myself up to the possibility that my abilities are greater than the low plateau I've set them on.
Now it feels like I have so much creativity, that it seeps out at the seams.
Of course then I get sick..I've been simply exhausted for the past 4-ish days and am finally starting to feel like I'm on the upswing.
The term is nearing the end, I'm living with my new boyfriend in an apartment complex on the river, I have a ukelele that's aching to be learned and he's teaching me martial arts and I'm feeling happier than I have been known to feel. School is right. Life is right. Knock on wood, though, because I am pessimistic enough to always feel like I need to be ready for some big blow to the stomach, blacking it all out.
But that aside, things are great!
BSc in Biology & Environmental Studies (WWC)
MSc. in Journalism (UOregon)
You can find my published work in Eugene Weekly, Sierra Club and Defenders of Wildlife.