Mom, I did a horrible thing today. When I went out to buy my shirt for the business casual dinner on Monday (a nice pale blue one to go with my black pants, by the way), an F.Y.E. found me. I swear, it just walked up to me and said, “Yo, Liss. Remember that list of CDs you’ve been wanting? I got ’em.” So I went in. And bought a CD. Or two. I stopped myself at two, because the other two I wanted weren’t on sale, and we know how friggin’ expensive F.Y.E. is. So I have Seal’s latest and A Perfect Circle’s latest. And I’m lovin’ A Perfect…

It’s my very first night at work, and I just took my very first call. Go me. Without a geometry book, without the figure being used, I managed to help someone figure out some angles. I’m a happy girl. It’d be cool with me if that was the only call I took, as I’ve been sitting here for two hours, and my nose is extremely stuffed and my head hurts, and I’m tearing through someone’s Kleenex (I didn’t think it would be cool for me to bring my roll of paper towel, which is all I have), but the homework (mine) is getting done, and the panic about using telephones…

I’m sick. As I told my mother in an e-mail, I’ve got the “back-to-school-and-living-on-a-floor-with-55-girls” bug that caused me to sleep my weekend away. It’s nothing abnormal, just my usual runny nose, sneezing, very blurred vision, fatigue, dizziness, headaches and clogged ears that over-the-counter drugs don’t help much. This is nothing compared to the fact that my friend Hannah managed to either dislocate, seriously sprain, or break her ankle during a rugby scrimmage. Ouch. Friday, I was interviewed for a job at the Homework Hotline, a service where kiddos all over the state of Indiana can call in with math and science questions and get help. So I’m essentially a tutor.…

Apparently, I don’t completely suck as an editor. I’m not a total grammarian, relying less on the technical grammatical issues for identifying problems than the way proper speech is spoken. I used to speak very proper English, after having grammar drilled in my brain through about seventh grade (apparently this is unusual in North Carolina; who would have thought Texas’ education system could get something right? I jest.). Anyway, at the editing seminar tonight, we ran through some examples, including a piece that is to be printed in Friday’s paper, and I caught most of the errors the Editors-in-Chief caught, and managed to have a few good suggestions for sentence…

Last night I went to a journalism seminar given by the staff of the Rose Thorn, our school’s weekly newspaper. While I’m not planning (particularly) on writing any articles for the paper, I have decided to become an editor, and that means I should understand what the news and opinion writers are supposed to include in their articles. I may also try to write the occasional opinion piece, simply because I have too many opinions and I enjoy sharing. Obviously. The advisor of the newspaper is my Rhetoric teacher, which means things will stay very interesting. I also went to a meeting of the National Society of Black Engineers (NSBE)…