With the school paper getting kicked into high gear, updating my blog has taken a backseat. I hate that, because, more than anything else, this blog is my outlet. So, allow me to catch you up on what I have been up to.
Well, Barack Obama was inaugurated as the 44th president of the United States (woop!), and I was there to witness it (double woop!).
It was the Sunday night before the inauguration, and I was in my friend Brittany Officer’s apartment. We were just fucking around (not literally), making videos on her computer of my lip-synching to Katy Perry. We started talking about excited we were that Obama was going to be our president in a mere 48 hours and how fucking sweet it would be to actually experience it in person. That conversation led to my joking about driving all night to go see it. Brittany took me a little more seriously than I had intended, and 30 minutes later we were leaving Nashville at 11:30 p.m. heading towards the nation’s capital (triple woop!). It took us 10 hours to get there. We arrived in DC 10:30 eastern time.
We drove straight in DC quickly realizing there would be nowhere for us to park so we got back on the interstate and headed to a metro stop in West Falls Church, VA. We parked her car there and got on the metro and headed back into DC.
After spending all day Monday in DC, sleeping in her car that night and a miserable trek into DC at 4:30 a.m. Tuesday morning, we witnessed history.
The energy in DC those two days was almost tangible. Millions of people showed for the same reason, and it was almost as if we were all family. Everyone was so excited to be a part of such a historic day. I don’t how to put the experience into words, but it is something I will never forget. I will talk about that day for the rest of my life.
In more recent news, Lipscomb, my university, just underwent a major drug bust. Drug-sniffing dogs, lots of cops and (scariest of all!) campus safety swarmed my dormitory. Apparently, metro police had received a hint that a lot of drug trafficking was going on around this part of Nashville and sure enough my very own dorm was housing a dealer. This led to a list of around 30 people, four of which were kicked out.
As far as I know it was just marijuana, but oh so much drama has been going on around campus lately. The school paper, of which I am assistant editor, was asked to report the story. My editor and I had different opinions how to go about it. Well, I didn’t want to do the article period, and since I was lone person against it, the article was written.
The reason I didn’t want to put in our paper is because Lipscomb is a very small campus. Everyone knows everyone. People already know who was involved, and I didn’t want our paper to be looked at as a gossip paper. And no matter how well written the news story was written, it would still be read as gossip. It would be different if we were a city or nation wide paper and there was just some drug bust, but this article is deeply personal and that is what bothers me.
I love Play (quadruple woop!):