As a journalist, I get kind of annoyed at people who leave comments on news articles posted to social media like: "I have a police scanner and you wouldn't believe all the things that the news doesn't report." ) We can't just report whatever we hear on the police scanners. It's still happening in … Continue reading Here’s what it’s like to be a journalist in a small town. We don’t have time to create conspiracies.
I'm naturally a bubbly person. One of my nicknames in college was the toesocks fairy. But I've been recovering from what my friends and I called emotional hypothermia, slowly warming up to my own emotions, both positive and negative ones. I wondered how much of my optimism was forced. Not all of it was. This … Continue reading The Jar of Self-Confidence and Stat Bonuses
I have serious thoughts this time of year even though I didn't grow up in a tradition that celebrated Lent. I also have this bad habit of watching disturbing historical films and getting emotionally overwhelmed. A couple of years ago, I watched The Stoning of Soraya M. over winter break. My roommates had just left … Continue reading Injustice, Suffering, and The Stoning of Soraya M.
The Eleanor is still here. The Eleanor is finishing yet another semester and GRADUATING. Sometimes my blog doesn't get updated as often because I also write other places. Today, I'd like to share what else I've been up to. The Scribe For the last three years, I've been an editor at The Scribe, my college's … Continue reading Where’s Eleanor?
Continued from Part 1 They make me feel so empty Their words, they cut like knives You tell me to forgive them, But I'm not sure I'll survive... - TFK, In My Room "The way you talk about English, you really don't seem like a dentist to me. You talk about it like you really … Continue reading #WhyILeft Fundamentalism, Part 2