So... It's Thursday. Today was my third try-out. But let's begin from yesterday.
I went outside with a bouncy pony-tail, and The Daily Texan stared at me from under its glass case. I had forgot I was supposed to be in the newspaper, but about five steps past the newspaper receptacle I realized, BUT i was late to class, so I decided to punish myself and wait to read it later. I grabbed 6 papers and ran to my room, scattering things along the way. I looked through the paper, it wasn't there. I shrugged and went to my aerobics class. I decided not to think about it, but internally, i was eating my confidence. I had wrote a story about Phoummarath, the fraternity guy who died of alcohol poisoning. Later on I visited my friend's dorm and he had my article neatly tacked on his wall. It was nice. Here it goes:
http://www.dailytexanonline.com/media/paper410/news/2006/01/25/StateLocal/Phoummarath.Had.50.Bac
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2 comments:
great, barb! i'm so proud! so how did the third try-out go?
i hope you don't get discouraged.
why do you say that?!
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