Yesterday was our first Cronkite Village class. Yay! Streussel came late because, while he was working out at the gym, his finger got wedged between two weights and he had to get stitches. It shouldn't be funny, but it is. ANYWAY...we took a tour through Channel 2, the school's student-run station--didn't turn out to be very impressive; tiny studio with what looked like minimal and basic equipment. Not at all what I or any of us in Cronkite were expecting. After that we cruised on over to the State Press--also completely student-run. Again, not very thrilling. I've decided that writing for a newspaper may not be the career for me. I mean, it's never really been an interest anyway, but who knows. From there we walked to The Blaze, the campus radio station that is (you guessed it!) student-run. Here is where most everyone showed real genuine interest. Me, well, I'm still not sure... Cronkite is going to have its own radio show and webpage. Leah is dividing us into groups to either work on the radio show, the webpage, of be documenting the whole year. It might be expected of me to choose the documentation--choosing pictures, making video clips, all that jazz--but honestly, I just know that if I do that I won't enjoy my self. It's much easier to play historian when it's about something that you don't care so much about that you want to get invovled in. Besides, I've got enough on my plate with the band camp video for Saguaro. SO, I'm putting down the radio as my first choice, then the web, and then doc. Cross yer fingers, lads! I just got out of my computer basics class a little bit ago--and when I say basics, I MEAN basics. This class looks--and is, thus far--a real snooze. I have English later and that's it for today. Tomorrow is history and then a group of us--me, Alex, Aaron, and Kiersten--are going to see Amy's show and wish her luck as she ventures off to California!! *tear* And then, of course, no big deal about Saturday or Sunday...*wink* Mom and dad came over last night, mainly so dad could put up shelving for me. I finally have some organization and space! I mean, my stereo is off the floor now and my books have a shelf! It was really great to see my folks though. Mom and I had dinner together and I realized how much I've missed her. I know she drives me crazy at times, but she's a mother, that's her perogative. I wonder if Cody remembers me... I guess the only good thing that has come out of not having my computer (and this is the ONLY good thing) is that I've been forced to find other ways of entertainment, which means I've been reading almost non-stop. I've been trying to read the DaVinci Code forever and it's nice to finally be making a dent in it. OH, and last night I was shaken by some new story ideas (well, not entirely new...) I scribbled some notes in my writing journal and I may find a way to combine Sin Is A Myth and that futuristic novel thing, even if they mesh into a series (there's too much there for one book, I know that). It's craziness though; FIVE generations and through some distasterous cause, every other generation has a brother and sister that ends up falling in love. It begins with Pendithor and his wife, whose name I can't remember. Together they have Framos, who marries Vilencia and they have (along with six other daughters) Quency and Mendithas. Those two fall in love and have a son, whose name I might change, and he marries Larivant. Then they had twins, Talbot and Treague, who are seperated at birth and reunite years later and fall in love before they discover their relations. All this is mixed with very complicated plots dealing with philosophy, government, and religion; nasty subjects, really, but all approached in sci-fi with emphasis on the fiction. It's all quite complicated and I don't even know if I want to pursue it (I mean, the two stories were fine on their own and I am very weird about keeping characters sacred to their own stories), but who knows. I've been working on the two for about three or four years now, always knowing it might well be ten before I came close to finishing. But I am missing my stories very much. Which may be a good thing. As it is with relationships, distance makes the heart grow fonder. Whenever I doubt my self as a writer, I soon enough find myself in places like this where all I can think about are my stories and that's when I realize time and again that writing will always be with me and a part of me. Carrie