V day — Valentine’s day, I mean… I don’t really buy into the whole
Vagina (Monologues) Week — was a blur of interviews and dance shoes.
Breaking news should not happen on Friday. It’s terrible. By now, most
people who read the Emerald probably know that a) Our budget is getting
recalled by the PFC b) Our editor filed a petition for review with the
school’s Constitution Court c) The court postponed the PFC’s recall
until it can decide what to do.
So me and Jennifer got to cover that whole mess and have something up
online Friday afternoon. She did more of the legwork — I was just sort
of
an evil mastermind, plotting which people we’d talk to and leaving cell
phone messages for two dozen student government officials.
A note: Student government does not function on Fridays. It leaves the
office at 10 a.m. and doesn’t come back. Journalists are often the same
way, unless there’s a story breaking on Friday.
After several hours of running around, we pieced together a story. It
was
fantastically fun — as we were collecting information, new
developments
would break and we’d have to rewrite the lede in our heads. Jennifer
wrote, I bitched at her to write faster.
By 6 p.m., it was all done. A few minutes for a quick bite to eat, then
off to Gerlinger Hall, where I was responsible for DJ-ing a ballroom
dance
that evening.
I learned Friday evening that I possess a rare talent: I can program
and
play dance music for a room full of dancers and sleep at the same time.
And now that that story’s up, I should be able to rest until Sunday.
Keyword = should.