Due day, red marks, and anxiety overload

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By Talia Moore // Mosaic Staff Writer 

My alarm sounds at 7:45 AM, yet I decide to doze off for a good 30 minutes more. I awake and realize the day has finally come, the infamous first drafts are due. The morning starts off with our daily talk about the paper and with great excitement Jacinta’s photo of Michael Phelps appears in the paper! Sharon then goes on to describe the essence of a lead and nut graph. I’m a little frantic, for my article contains a basic intro and nothing else and I have a mere 3 hours to complete a draft.

On the upside I completed over 10 interviews for my article previous to today and it’s time to bring the passionate words of teachers, parents, and students alongside the abrupt attitudes of a teacher union representative all together .  As I get to work in front of the finicky Dell computer that enjoys freezing on me, I stress myself out with low expectations of my draft and little confidence in all the words coming out cohesively onto pape. To make matters worst Kelly interrupts my writing flow meaning to press the mysterious red button in front of her computer that manages to turn mine off.  Just my luck.

I hit yet another bump in the road, not only is it crunch time but I have over 900 words in my draft.  I struggle to keep my writing concise and thrive on all the extra fluff words.  It’s like a safety net, and I don’t want to cheat any of the people I interviewed out of what they said. Nevertheless, the learning process of what’s necessary and what can be discarded from the story is in the near future when my paper get covered in red ink.

While most aren’t a fan of red ink all over their writing, I appreciate the critique. There is always room for improvement and the overflowing of red words throughout a paper is exciting.  I break for lunch and head to Whispers for lunch. Craving crepes I dig into a plate of savory goodness.  I literally am so close to faceplanting my head into my food from sleep deprivation. I manage not to do so and we head back to the lab. Quickly Sharon goes over my story with me and the anticipated agony escapes me.  To my surprise, the edits needed to be made aren’t so terrible after all.

 

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