Tornado warning

Things I didn't mention in yesterday's post:
-I brought up my no-shaving idea in Literary Journalism. Angela's response was: "Oh, no, don't do it! I want you to be able to feel pretty for the rest of the semester." Dr. Nash: *Pulls up his pant leg* "Well, Alison, I've been working on that for my whole life. I think I've done pretty well." Rest of the class: *laughter and smirking smiles* Anyway, while the class thought it was an interesting idea, Dr. Nash thought it wasn't quite journalism-y enough for what we're aiming for in this class. That's fine with me. Yay, I get to keep shaving!
-My windshield wipers have been in the process of falling apart. Every time it rains hard enough for me to use the wipers I'm reminded of that fact that I need to buy new ones. Today between classes and orchestra Jonathan agreed to come to Wal-Mart with me and help me buy new ones. It was super nice of him and now I can actually see through the windshield again!

And now for today. I ate lunch (pasta day!) with Jonathan, which hasn't happened yet this semester even though we both have 1 p.m. free on Tuesdays through Fridays. It was great, especially since we ate outside and were the only people braving the wind in Kelly's Garden. After lunch I decided to stay on campus until my class so I went and graded. My card finally worked in the office door. There was something wrong with how Campus Safety had encoded (or whatever they do) the door so they had to come back over and fix that. I'm glad I don't have to keep bothering the secretary to get her card every time I need to get into the office. I had the best time grading today. About halfway through the papers I had an epiphany moment. I sat straight up as a thought hit me. I like this. I like editing. I could probably do it all day. As much as I love writing, copyediting just feels right to me. At that moment I felt like I could edit (in AP style, of course) for the rest of my life. Ever since high school, when my classmates got me to edit their papers for them, I've enjoyed editing, but today I realized that I love it. It was a very odd feeling, but a comforting one too. If I never become a great author, at least I can be an efficient copyeditor. Plus, that's in my blood. My uncle was an English professor at Antillean (in Puerto Rico) and a secretarial sciences professor at WWC. Later on he worked at Pacific Press as a copyeditor and even now that he's retired he edits book manuscripts for Review and Herald from time to time. Maybe it's just what I'm meant to be.

After work, I went to class. Definitely the most interesting thing that happened in today's class period was the tornado warning interruption. All the classes that meet on the second floor of Miller Hall had to go down to the first floor and wait out the warning. Our class eventually found a place down a hallway to sit down on the floor in a semblance of a semi-circle and Janelle finished reading her story. By the time she was done so was our class time, and the warning. There were more warnings later on tonight when I went back to Hulsey with Bryn, Ty and Jonathan. We tried to ignore the British lady's voice and still had a good time playing racquetball.

When I got home from the gym I got on my computer for the first time today and got an e-mail from my mum. She told me that she'd got a package from Insight Magazine for me. She took the liberty of opening the package and found five copies of the Feb. 6, 2010 issue. Apparently one of the stories I wrote at the Insight Writer's Workshop at the end of the last school year is published on the second page. So that's some nice news to get. I asked her a few questions about the issue and it doesn't sound like it's the official Writer's Workshop issue so I wonder when that issue, which probably has my other story in it, will come out. Anyway, my mum will be sending me one of the copies so I can see it, which makes me happy.