What I have come to understand...

During the duration of this quarter I have come to learn many things. One, I cannot always let people just run over me like I normally do, because if they do once they will never stop. I have always just let it roll, but unfortunately I am tired of being told stuff like I am nine and do not comprehend things past third grade level. However the doubt is great fuel, and i wouldn't want it any other way. No one gets better if they are praised continuously, and or think they are amazing.

Other then that I have learned that I love working with my staff even though sometimes i feel they do not trust me, which is funny in a way. I have also come to realize more and more that my future is in journalism, more toward a magazine but journalism none the less.

Kdavis.

Top ten reasons journalism rocks

1) well as said before it rocks
2) It keeps me guessing
3) We are like a huge Family
4) Its a great accomplishment of teamwork when our issues come out
5) It is the past the present and the future
6) I know i can count on my co-staffers to push me
7) It is intriguing
8) It is preparing me for my future
9) It challenges me
10) It is always changing


1) Top ten date nights.
2)Top ten break up lines.
3)Top ten ways to drive a car.

Kdavis

When the Darkness has Eyes

As I drifted off deep into the depths of my dark dreams my eyes began to wander, and my body became restless. Something had been bothering me something nagging at my every nerve something I couldn't quite place my finger on something that soon would hold my life in its hands. I looked around pulling on the blanket that I thought of as my shield. My room was an unusual shade of darkness, and the atmosphere was one most unpleasant. The steady beat of the branches clinking and clanking against the window was enough to make one self go mad. My attention shifted when a figure much resembling that of a human appeared in the moonlit area of my wall. I shut my eyes and reopened them hoping that when I did the figure would be gone. It was and I sat back softly sighing over my silliness.

I had spoken to soon just as I almost had slipped back into my sleep the knob on my door turned and in walked that same figure that had cast a shadow over my wall. I didn't budge not one slight flinch for I knew if I did I would have no chance to save myself. The closer the figure came the more unlife-like I made myself. I thought if I should scream for help surly my mother would hear and come running, but then we would both be in danger. Tears trickling tenderly down my trembling cheeks landing on my pillow making it seem as though it sweats with the extreme nervousness this situation has cast over the room.

The figure is now behind me I feel the cold it gives off the damp dingy distasteful cold. I am to the point of surrender I turn with my pillow resting in front of my body having no idea what I may see. The figure is not just a figure anymore its a figure of me, and I am made up of words. They are the words that have been spoken about me, behind my back words that I despise. The figure reaches out with its hands and gently places them around my neck I struggle to take in one last breath. As I slip away with the words cutting, and gashing through my heart and mind, then exiting with a stab-like feeling, the grip is slowly let loose and I awaken. In front of me the figure vanishes. Then reappears the words have changed and they now truly represent me. I inhail an immense breath of air, and recognize that in the darkness of this night I have come upon my true identity.