THE LIFE TO COME
i was in the office getting some books. I unlocked the EIC office to get to my bag and heared the front door open.
He was an older guy. I'd say north of 40. He had this smirk, a look of nastalgia, evenly mixed with lament, and a tired longing for the past that can only be earned by a general disapointment in life.
He said he was the sports editor back in the 70s. I know enough about waht's going on around the sports desk to know that they've turned into the front lines in the ongoing fight between the administration and the paper.
We print what they dont want to hear.
We broke away form them, took there devices of controel and redered them into 40 thousand compnent parts and distributed them to the student body. Now the students chose if they want to give us 8 dolars a term or not.
Now the administration has no say over what we print, and because of it, we have to meet journalistic standards, avoid liable, get sources, and generally be responsible enough not to get our ases sued (an easy enough task as long as we don't knowingly violate any laws).
That meating made me look at the future of my life. I know why i need to succed. I know why i need to make money, make a name for myself.
I cannot end up 40 years old, looking back on the hell that is Targum thinking of it as the high point of my life.
This is the bottem for me, the foot of the mountain, i'm burnt, tired, sleep deprived, i work insane hours, and this is the foot of the mountain.
I CAN'T WAIT to see the FUCKING top!!
i was in the office getting some books. I unlocked the EIC office to get to my bag and heared the front door open.
He was an older guy. I'd say north of 40. He had this smirk, a look of nastalgia, evenly mixed with lament, and a tired longing for the past that can only be earned by a general disapointment in life.
He said he was the sports editor back in the 70s. I know enough about waht's going on around the sports desk to know that they've turned into the front lines in the ongoing fight between the administration and the paper.
We print what they dont want to hear.
We broke away form them, took there devices of controel and redered them into 40 thousand compnent parts and distributed them to the student body. Now the students chose if they want to give us 8 dolars a term or not.
Now the administration has no say over what we print, and because of it, we have to meet journalistic standards, avoid liable, get sources, and generally be responsible enough not to get our ases sued (an easy enough task as long as we don't knowingly violate any laws).
That meating made me look at the future of my life. I know why i need to succed. I know why i need to make money, make a name for myself.
I cannot end up 40 years old, looking back on the hell that is Targum thinking of it as the high point of my life.
This is the bottem for me, the foot of the mountain, i'm burnt, tired, sleep deprived, i work insane hours, and this is the foot of the mountain.
I CAN'T WAIT to see the FUCKING top!!