Auburn Ignorance
Kendall Gibson
Flint Hill School
Great Falls, Virginia
As the smell of pizza wafts down the Tishner hallways, I sit writing this column. I refuse leave my laptop and fill my tummy, mainly because working this hard at Auburn Journalism Camp was not what I expected. I expected a lazy week, filled with short seminars and long hours lounging in the hot Alabama sun. I imagined sipping my Starbucks Chai Tea Latte at 10:00 in the morning, instead of 7:00. I anticipated one, MAYBE two articles due at the end of this week. Boy, was I wrong. I remain in the blue upholstered chairs, because of my Auburn Ignorance.
“What is Auburn Ignorance?” you may ask? Well, I’ll tell you. Auburn Ignorance is waiting until the last day of camp to write three 200-500 word articles and, organizing an entire website. I have been suffering from a heavy dose of Auburn Ignorance this week, and as it does to all of it’s victims, it slaps them right in their war-eagling face. My head throbs, my fingers cramp and my stomach is pitifully empty. But at the end of this week, I know I will have learned more about writing and journalism then I could in my imaginary camp. Also, I couldn’t imagine having more fun anywhere else.
Participants of the journalism camp and I trudged tirelessly from speaker to speaker without anything more than a 15-minute break for yet another run to star bucks to re-energize. We were caffeine-powered soldiers, slurping our frothy lattes and blended frappichinos to survive through the day. We quickly bonded with our groups and made fast friends. My friends pulled me through the day and I likewise. I couldn’t imagine becoming as close to a group as friends in five days then I have during this week.
I can not wait to go back to my school in Virginia and show them what I have learned this week. I am positive all the information I have gathered from this week. I am positive that my newspaper will flourish and grow. I can not wait to become a leader through my paper next year. Through Auburn, I have gained the confidence to write, and learn to love how I write.
…and now, I get to eat.
Flint Hill School
Great Falls, Virginia
As the smell of pizza wafts down the Tishner hallways, I sit writing this column. I refuse leave my laptop and fill my tummy, mainly because working this hard at Auburn Journalism Camp was not what I expected. I expected a lazy week, filled with short seminars and long hours lounging in the hot Alabama sun. I imagined sipping my Starbucks Chai Tea Latte at 10:00 in the morning, instead of 7:00. I anticipated one, MAYBE two articles due at the end of this week. Boy, was I wrong. I remain in the blue upholstered chairs, because of my Auburn Ignorance.
“What is Auburn Ignorance?” you may ask? Well, I’ll tell you. Auburn Ignorance is waiting until the last day of camp to write three 200-500 word articles and, organizing an entire website. I have been suffering from a heavy dose of Auburn Ignorance this week, and as it does to all of it’s victims, it slaps them right in their war-eagling face. My head throbs, my fingers cramp and my stomach is pitifully empty. But at the end of this week, I know I will have learned more about writing and journalism then I could in my imaginary camp. Also, I couldn’t imagine having more fun anywhere else.
Participants of the journalism camp and I trudged tirelessly from speaker to speaker without anything more than a 15-minute break for yet another run to star bucks to re-energize. We were caffeine-powered soldiers, slurping our frothy lattes and blended frappichinos to survive through the day. We quickly bonded with our groups and made fast friends. My friends pulled me through the day and I likewise. I couldn’t imagine becoming as close to a group as friends in five days then I have during this week.
I can not wait to go back to my school in Virginia and show them what I have learned this week. I am positive all the information I have gathered from this week. I am positive that my newspaper will flourish and grow. I can not wait to become a leader through my paper next year. Through Auburn, I have gained the confidence to write, and learn to love how I write.
…and now, I get to eat.