August 2008 Archives

August 27, 2008

Everybody get your buddy!

"Some student newspapers have a buddy system that links incoming reporters to more experiences staffers; others assign a senior staffer to act as a writing coach."  (The Student Newspaper Survival Guide, page 13)

 

I wish The Setonian had enough kids on staff to be able to do this. Last year when I was given my first article; I went about my interviews without knowing what questions to ask and who to interview, I wrote that article without being trained in how to write a newspaper article and didn't even think they would put it in the paper...but there it showed up, along with my photos in the center spread, not to mention the front page. The first paper that came out while I was on staff and my pictures were on the front page and my article was right smack in the center of the paper.

That was fun...but I think I was so nervous to not do well that I went over the top to do what was needed. I think if I had a buddy I'd be a little more comfortable to ease into The Setonian. (Any freshmen that want a buddy - I got your back.)

The news must go on

"When the time comes for you to walk away from it all, I hope you leave secure in the knowledge that people ill continue to sweat and toil over keyboards and continue to produce good journalism night after night so your campus can read it morning after morning." -Ed Ronco (The Student Newspaper Survival Guide, page 7)

 

Even though The Setonian doesn't come out every morning it's still nice to know that even after all of the staff now is gone, people will still be stressing out about deadlines, using creative layouts, gray scaling pictures and Typecraft business every couple of times per month. I wish them luck. I hope their paper is large, colorful and fresh weekly.

This video makes my life

Two things you need to know.

1. Someday after having my own, I want to adopt children; one of them will have to be Asian because I always thought they were the cutest.

2. I think I only appreciate The Beatles because they were my mother's Backstreet Boys and Hey Jude is my favorite song that I have heard from them.

 

Now let's put those two things together...thank you YouTube

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Informal Style of Electronic Messaging Shows Up In School Work

"Nearly two-thirds of 700 students surveyed said their e-communication style sometimes bled into school assignments, according to the study by the Pew Internet & American Life Project, in partnership with the College Board’s National Commission on Writing."

 

Honestly? I figured these numbers were high but I didn't think that it was that bad. Maybe it's because my majors' deal so deeply with writing and speaking and doing so properly that I'd put myself in the other one-third that actually writes correctly, or maybe it's that I actually care. IDK. (I don't know.)

I have to admit that I occasionally slip a "lol" (laugh out loud) or a "ttyl" (talk to you later) in some of my text messages, but really I prefer to write in complete sentences so people aren't trying to figure out what I'm saying through a text. I really hate when my friends overuse the abbreviations of things through a text because doing that plus the confusion of the wrong word coming up on T9 is just very annoying. But maybe it's just me; I like people to understand me when I'm talking to them...

I will say though, that I very much enjoy talking (out loud) to people with abbrevations. A common phrase I used this summer..."Don't be jeal when I tty in abbrivs." (Don't be jealous when I talk to you in abbreviations.) But I really do it to make fun of the text messaging style of writing. (I remember purposely slipping "deec" in class the other day while talking about how I'm DECENT at computer stuff.)

But I can say that I never slipped any kind of abbreviation during something formal like a speech or a paper that I would turn in of any kind...that'd be a pretty OMG moment.

 

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Chelsea Oliver: Internet Co-Creator

 

"In another generation, these students would have simply been users of a computer," Dr. Jerz said. "Now, they are co-creators of the Internet."

 

I've read this article every time that we have come to the "learning the blogs" lesson in any of Jerz's classes and this is the first time I think I've ever actually saw this quote from our one and only.

I like it. (Thanks Jerz!) I like that we are becoming co-creators of the Internet, we're not just the generation that grew up with this technology; we're the generation that really made it into something. I never realized before this class, mostly today's discussion with Jackie, that we really grew up with computers at hand. I remember my older brother and I finding our first family computer one Christmas many years back and when my elementary school first got a large computer lab filled with brand new, blue Apple computers.

Growing up with a computer is one thing, helping create what everyone thinks of that computer seems very exciting and (yes I'm lame) cool to me.

 

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August 19, 2008

The (dis)advantage of DeChantal

So I moved back to the beautiful Hill last night. (After a mishap on the Turnpike, that cost me all of my brand new folders, except two, and the lid to a blue storage bin.) And it's as pretty as it was when I left it. I love Seton Hill.

It took me basically all night to finish putting my stuff away. But finding out that I actually have plenty of room this year is the most wonderful thing in the world. The room still needs to be decorated and to be completely filled with the arrival of a roommate named Sara. Whom I cannot wait to see because I miss her. We're living suite style this year (we were roommates last year too.) But now we are joined with four other lovely ladies and will enjoy a wonderful view of a small hill leading to D lot. ::cough::

But today I was up bright and early to get to breakfast and start the day. I'm here early for Student Activities Council and eventually Student Ambassadors will be doing something. So we had a wonderfully long SAC meeting this morning in (the newly remolded) Maura 333. It was nice to get back into organizing and taking care of some business.

After that we went to lunch to see all the other cool kids that are back early. It's so nice to see everyone for the first time in such a long time. (Though the summer went fast, it feels like it started so long ago at the same time.) So after lunch I decided this would be a perfect time to buy my books. So I took the little walk over to the (also, newly remolded) bookstore to buy said books. They not only cost me a fourth of what I made this summer, but some of those books are heavy!

Here's where the disadvantage comes in. I live in DeChantal this year which means I have to walk to the far side of campus...with heavy, costly books. It was a trip. I'm sure to loose a few inches this year. Maybe it's actually an advantage to live in the farthest away building? Hmm...the perks of high-class living.

August 17, 2008

The story behind the ink

I got my first tattoo on Friday. It is a "Jesus tattoo" and it's on top of my right foot.

Let's talk about tattoos for a minute here. Who would ever get their first tattoo on their foot...a moron that's who. I felt like Cassie (my tattoo girl from Studio 42) was trying to cut through my skin to grind down my foot bone. It's not really an "ow, that really hurts" feeling, but more like a "wow, that's so annoying" kind of feeling. But I'm ready to go get another one now.

Anyway, for some time I was against tattoos and really did not see a point in them or ever want to get one. Then, this lovely show called Miami Ink aired on TLC and became my new addiction. At first I only watched it because it has some good looking men involved, but then I began to really love the show for what it was supposed to bring people...the stories behind the tattoos. So I of course wanted a tattoo. I have some other ideas in mind for other tattoos I may or may not get in the future, but I got this one first for a couple of reasons.

It's a Jesus tattoo. It says "i will stand for You" and the t looks like a cross. And yes I know that i is lowercase. So here's the (short version) of this story.

I wasn't always a Christian and even though I grew up in a house that was, I didn't always believe about all of that "God stuff." I tried being a good little Christian girl and I did the church functions and went to camp and went to everything I could get into that related to God in some way, but half of the time I never really felt it. So I gave up and decided there was no God. Then I went on a mission trip to New Orleans and my world completely changed. That summer I was at a mission type camp thing, called Mission Discovery, which I've been to plenty of times and one of my best friend's, Lindsay, introduced me to a song called I Stand for You and we both thought of getting a tattoo that summer with those lyrics somehow.

But that didn't happen and we both moved on to college. My first year of college was wonderful, but I very much lived it for myself. The amount of new freedom was not only from home, but to me it was from God as well, I did what I wanted. Now don't get the wrong idea, I wasn't jumping off the deep end or anything, but I was rebel. Then I was given the job that I feel I was always supposed to have. I was finally old enough to be a camp counselor at the camp I always went to as a kid and I wanted that job like no other. (Not to mention, the Director of Camping for the Conference was practically waiting for me to be old enough to be a counselor too, just so I could be hired.) When I moved to Jumonville for the summer in May, we had three weeks of hard, intense training, mentally, physically and spiritually. My weakest areas were thrown in my face everyday, like God was trying to get me to fully break. I'm not a crier, so that never happened, but over time through training I saw who I really was and what I needed to change. But then my campers came and week after week I was built up by them and how much they looked up to me. Though having the campers there had its ups and downs, each week got better and better and I realized who I was (and who's I am) more as the summer went on.

So I got the Jesus tattoo because I love Jesus. He's my co-pilot. I'm done with making my decisions without Him. So I will stand for Him, because He already stood up for me. And the I is lowercase because I am under Him. I'm not as important as He is; He comes first, not me. I know it's improper, but sometimes I feel that people make too much of an effort to make that I capital, and take themselves too seriously. This tattoo is mostly there to remind me not to do so. I sent a picture text to Lindsay with my tattoo and she said that my tattoo and I are both beautiful to Jesus...so don't judge, because I believe that too.

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August 4, 2008

Wednesday = Home

This is the last week of camp. All the campers will be leaving on Wednesday and the staff has been leaving since Saturday and will pretty much be gone by Thursday. Summer is officially coming to an end. Even though I know it's been since May 18th that we've been up on this mountain and at times I felt like the days and weeks would go on forever. The end is here and now it feels like the summer barely happened.

This week I'm working with Mommy, Daddy and Me and Grandparent and Me camp. They have combined them this week to make all the activities easier on us all. It's an interesting group. It's really fun to see how certain parents talk to their kids, and then see if their grandparents do anything differently. I really appreciate the willingness of most of the parents when it comes to letting their kids go a little to actually be campers and let me take care of them. I was nervous about that being a challenge, but it seems to be working well with the whole group. With these kind of groups it's hard because the kids and parents have to strain themselves away from each other as much as possible so each of them can get a good experience and so the kids can really learn how to start being a camper on their own.

We have kids in this group ranging in ages from five up to ten. Personally I feel that the kids from eight and up could be campers on their own, but sometimes siblings are good to have around in this camp. However, we have to split the kids up by ages so they can understand Bible studies and do different games and I am working primarily with the youngest group of kids and I want to take them home because they are the cutest little kids ever.

I love children, this summer has been the perfect "job." I esp. love working with these really little campers. But the tough part about them is that with normal camps, the kids are alone and they hang on you all day and even though that does get tiring, it's adorable to have a camper depend so much on you. But with this camp they only solely depend on me for the time that their parents are away, and then when the whole group is back together, they run back to their parents (or grandparents.) Seeing that makes me miss home. I cannot wait for Wednesday to get here so I can run away from the camp counselor and to my parents, but I know that unlike these kids, the camp counselor is more to me than just an extra buddy for the week. The counselors are my co-workers, my friends, my accountability and strength, my guidance, my shoulder to lean on and above all my family, and I will truly miss each and every one of them as I run home to my parents. It's been an unforgettable summer to say the least.