It's not the teleprompter I'll miss

I just woke up but my head is still foggy.

This morning I just couldn't roll out of bed when my alarm rang. My body and mind are both tired. This isn't good, they need each other to work properly.

The past few weeks have been a blur of endless phone calls coaxing un willing public citizens who're afraid to appear on camera. Hauling equipment on foot to the interviews and then back again. Capturing all of the footage and then splicing hours of it into 1 min and 45 sec, 2 min and 20 sec and 4 min packaged stories for our news show.

It's the best way to curb how I crave exhausting adventure. I love it. I love every moment of it.

Yesterday was another day full of shooting and editing. I crawled under my covers at 1 a.m.

Today is bittersweet. It is our last show of the school year and the last time I'll ever have the chance to work with my classmates in this capacity.

I've grown to know just about everyone very well. Of course there are the select few that groan when anyone asks them to do something. But the majority are take charge, push the envelope type people. I greatly respect this. They have something special to give and I wish them the very best in their future careers.

There is a healthy competition between us all that just makes me just want it more. I want a career in this field so badly I can taste it (cliche but true).

I just don't want to say adieu today. I do have a whole semester left to see them all but it just isn't the same.

We work together and play together.


The nerve centre. Our control room.



In studio (in our 3rd year)




This is how journalism students do Halloween up.

Quickened Pace

I walk too quickly. I think the only time my pace slows is when my boyfriend has my hand in his. Like on a sunny Sunday morning when we window shop.

There's a protection mode I enter into when alone. I'm wearing the thickest armour and nothing startles me.

Today I had errands to run and with my pace I really ran them.

I had money to put in the bank. It was a big day.

My university gives us the choice to opt-out of the health plan. Yes, I'm still dependant on my lovely parents. In the real world $295.00 is nothing, maybe a cell phone bill. But in my life, right now it's huge.

First the money had to be deposited. Then I headed South on Yonge, towards College St. a homeless man leaning up against a wall held his hand up for a high-five. By the time I processed this random gesture I think I may have chuckled and shook my head. Poor guy, I left him hanging.

I rounded the corner, heading West on College St., to a drug store. An officer who had his hands wrapped around a coffee was walking ahead. Stepping up to his right, I motored past. He calls out, "Are you in a hurry or something?"

I slowed down to turn and look him in the eyes, "No, not really. Why?"

"You're walking so quickly."

"Well why waste time walking slowly. I've got places to go." I smiled and wished him a good day.

Maybe I should slow it down a bit sometimes. I may be able to make more of the journey that way.