I don't know where I go (where I go)

Today was a long day.

I delivered the paper, voted, interviewed, set up interviews, worked, adventured, participated in orientation things, and went to Fred Meyer college night.

But the best part was this hour-long trek Denali and I ended up taking through the woods when we were looking for the sustainable village.  It made me miss after-dinner treks through the woods in Coldfoot.

Tomorrow is my last day of freedom before classes start on Thursday.

I'm going to bed.

I JUST PRODUCED THE PAPER

It took, like, literally all day.

On a scale of one to ten, I am feeling like a superhero and also incredibly daunted by the fact that I have to do this 27 more times.  That is a lot of times.

Lakeidra and I had a pretty in depth convo today about how reporter is actually the best job at the Sun Star, 'cause you just hang out and do some reporting and writing and rewriting and then you see your story in the paper on Tuesday.  It's pretty much instant gratification.

But even though my leisurely reporting days are behind me and I am SO NOT PREPARED for what doing this 27 more times will do to me, I am feelin' full of potential and super proud of this year's first issue.

UAF is not naturally inspiring.

Orientation is going on at UAF right now.  I wasn't here last year to watch freshman discover themselves, so it's kind of interesting to suddenly be back and two years older than everyone.  I told my orientation leader friends they should just pop balloons in front of freshman and tell them UAF does that to people's souls.

Except even though UAF did take broomball away from us (something that I am still coming to terms with) and it is also kind of a depressing school, it is a place where I can do things like I did today.

Which is to say: produce the paper.