BY ALYSSA FISHER
I’m choosing to believe it’s not real.
It can’t be.
But unfortunately, it is. Wednesday marked the halfway point in the program here at Northwestern University. Sometimes it feels like I’ve been here for months, the time has truly flown.
Even though they might not believe me, I miss my family. A lot. But every day when I walk around this campus, I envision myself strolling under the trees to Norris, the student center, to sit on a plushy purple couch with a cup of coffee, typing away at my journalism assignments. I love it here, and I hope to be a Wildcat in the fall of 2012.
To keep sadness from creeping up on me, I want to explain the week I’ve had. It was intense, to say the least.
On Monday, we were told by our guest, Krishnan Anantharaman, a writer for The Wall Street Journal, to write a trend story. It could be about anything we wanted, but it had to be a new trend – preferably interesting. There was even a chance that it could be published in the Classroom section of The Wall Street Journal’s website. Well, I hit a few bumps in the road. Long story short, I changed my topic Thurday at 5 p.m. and the story is due Sunday. Even though I’m a bit stressed out, it was definitely for the better and I’m excited to finish it up. In addition to that, we were assigned to write a cover letter, resume and send in two photos that represent Cherub Life.
Yeah, I think intense pretty much sums this week up.
But on Tuesday we had a break and went to Chicago. It was amazing!
First off, it was just great being away from the computer lab for a day. Second of all, I was in a city! It was so exciting. While it definitely wasn’t New York City, it had more of a pulse than South Florida; therefore, I was really happy.
We were there for a reason, though. We went to the Chicago Tribune and spoke with three editors. I still can’t believe I was in the building of one of the most influential newspapers. While I think I’d prefer writing for a magazine, I will always love newspapers. They are the reason I began perusing journalism in the first place.
To finish up another one of my everlasting posts, last night we had four former Cherubs return for their 30th reunion, and they spoke about how they will never forget the summer of ’81. It made me realize that we are part of history, and these five weeks are something that we are going to carry with us for the rest of our lives.
But for now, I’m going to continue gorging myself on junk food with my floor mates (even after we work out) and stay up laughing until we pass out at 1 a.m. Did I mention I love it here?
