Spring Semester 2008

I was assigned my first story for print around this time last yr. A new member to the Advocate, i was still yet to know the entire rhythm of things. The article was about the speech team nearly winning. The editor in chief at the time sprung it on me the day of production. Fuckin terrified, i took the assignment since i denied my story prior, which was Lunafest. I couldn't cover the event because i was supposed to be in San Diego that weekend for a birthday. This was during the beginning stages of my father's illness, so my family & i ended up not going. Three sources in less than three hrs. Sat in the newsroom & typed it up like no tomorrow. I couldn't believe i did it. It was so hasted, such little info & poorly written. & it made it. & even though it was shitty, i'm glad it ran. Because he got to see it. That following wednesday, i came with a fresh issue ready for my parents. My mom tried getting my father out to walk that day. I came home early. They got to read it together. They loved it. My mother, my father. They were both so proud. Seeing their faces made me forget how bad the article was. Its more than a yr later. Though i still can't believe it, I was appointed a spot on the editorial board as Scene Editor among obviously more deserving writers.

Oh, how i miss you. I want you to be here. I want to tell you in person. But i hope you know. You're still my guiding star. & i'm sorry i've let you down before & even after you've left. Hopefully this is will be a better start more than ever.