Being a junior in all advanced classes I figured that newspaper would be one of my easier classes this year, but I was extremely mistaken. Nothing has been more frustrating than attempting to get my stories in on time only for them to be handed back completely torn up by the editors, but unfortunately that’s part of the process of becoming a good writer. This extremely energetic and demanding atmosphere is constantly felt by all the writers, except on sporcle Friday.
At the end of every six-weeks, the staff is given a break for all the hard work done. Sporcle Friday is the one day where the staff is actually allowed to goof around and take it easy. After a stressful week due to our feature deadline being Wednesday, this Friday was much needed. With Mallett gone and an extremely laid back substitute, I knew that not much was going to get done in class.
As I sat around with some of my newspaper friends talking about possible blog topics and laughing about everything that’s happened recently in our lives, I was suddenly unbelievably appreciate of this demanding elective. Through newspaper I’ve met some of the most amazing people who I absolutely adore. I look to my right and see our extremely friendly editor-in-chief Carly, and the outspoken and opinionated Rebecca who I have some of my most intellectual conversations with. In the middle is Jamila, who is quite possilbly the most blunt, but extremely sweet person I’ve ever met. Then there is Carson whose fearless march to her own beat is inspiring. Next to Carson sits Dini, an amazing writer who is still a kid at heart. And next to me on my left is Megan, one of my favorite editors and hilarious friend.
On sporcle Friday even some of the most intimidating editors are sporting a laid back attitude. I see the managing editor Brett walking around with a pillow on his head and hitting people with an arrow he shoots out of the body of a rocket, and the news editor Russell recording all of the mass chaos with a smile on his face. Seeing this side of my fellow staff members has made me love newspaper even more.
There have been occasions where I’ve wanted to quit, because on top of all my core classes newspaper feels like almost too much. But its days like today that make it worth it. Three years ago I walked into high school having no clue where I was going to fit in, and it took me until junior year to realize it. The newspaper staff has become my school family, complete with a perfect mixture of hilarious teasing and complete acceptance.
