Free ringtones are, maybe, one of the best things to ever happen to the world. I changed the personalized ringtones for several of my contacts. The ones I downloaded were "Breath" by Breaking Benjamin, "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry (yeah, yeah. I know.) and the theme to The Office. "Breath" was downloaded for one specific person, but the other two have several recipients. Now people just need to call me so I can hear them.
I only worked 2 1/2 hours today, because I was about at my 40-hour cap. After I got off of work, I went for a drive down the Parkway and took some fall pictures for publication. It was pretty nice, not being concerned with a whole lot, and just driving. I hate how much gas costs, but you know? Driving calms me. It gives me an opportunity to roll the windows down, blast whatever music I'm in the mood for, and not really think about a whole lot, except for trying to stay somewhat close to the speed limit. (One of my friends was in the car with me the other day and he said he loved my "Richard Petty style of driving." So there you go.) Some of the parkway pictures are on my facebook, if you're one of my friends. If not. . .well, sorry, I guess.
Tomorrow is Thursday, which means another production day. Which means another day of trying to please everyone and succeeding only about 75% of the time. I had it out with Vi today (well, no. "Had it out" sounds so harsh. I had a discussion with Vi today about people sending things and them not getting in. What kills me, really kills me, is that people will flat out LIE about me not getting back with them. They'll say, "Oh, I've called her 5 times and sent 10 e-mails, and she never got back with me." Lies. Then they'll go to the general manager because their WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENT wasn't printed on the exact day they wanted it printed. Well, I'm so very sorry that I wasn't able to follow YOUR timeline, because, obviously, YOU are the ONLY person in this county that matters. I don't have 12 other announcements that need to get in, so please, by all means, let me make you my number one priority. You and you alone, because I don't have anyone else breathing down my neck at the moment. May I get you a beverage? A pair of slippers? You are, after all, the only person who matters.
Psst. Want to hear a secret? No one, save your family, cares about your wedding. They'll see it in the paper, skim it to see if they know anyone involved, and then immediately forget about it. No one cares, you see. No. One. Cares.
But that's all I really need to say about that.
Also, apparently, despite Vi telling me over and over again that job security is not at all an issue for the people left, I found out today that our revenue is down $80,000. . .from last MONTH. Not last year. Last month. And I'm saying, if I don't find a new job, and SOON, it's entirely possible the entire damn thing will shut down, and I'll be out on my ass anyway. I might hate my job, but I enjoy getting a paycheck.
All that aside, I'll make the comment that it's always nice when someone notices you're not there, and lets you know they noticed. It's. . .nice. Especially when you don't always know what that particular person is thinking on any given day. That's all I'll say about that.
So I'm going to close out here, because I'm taking advantage of free coffee shop wireless, and it's truly freezing in here, especially considering I had an iced drink.
More whenever.
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Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
I don't care for your fairy tale. You're so worried 'bout the maiden, but you know she's only waiting on the next best thing.
A photo entry, for those of you who are into that kind of thing. I took all of these this past weekend.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Making love to a picture frame one more time tonight. You can tell by the lines in her smile something is not right.
I love (LOVE!) fall weather. I walked outside this morning and needed a light jacket, and that just thrilled me to no end. I hate hot weather, so summers in North Carolina have always been dreadful. Kim pointed out, through the window of the conference room, this morning that the leaves are starting to change. So you know what that means.
Photographing!
It'll be a few more weeks before there's any significant change, though, so I'll just wait it out.
The only downside to the fall is that it means that before too, too long, I'm going to have to bust out the space heater, since my apartment is neither heated nor air conditioned. I've had the window in my bathroom perpetually opened for the last couple of months, but I almost froze this morning, so I had to close it. Maybe if I just wear layers around the house, I can avoid plugging in the heater and paying ridiculous electricity bills. Maybe by the time I actually need a lot of heat, I'll have moved to Asheville and will be in a centrally-heated and air conditioned apartment.
(Please?)
So, I have a Professor Friend from my college days that I keep in touch with and who I e-mail sometimes. I know he reads (or, at some time or another, read) my musings here, so he'll be getting this same spiel twice.
I'd e-mailed him telling him about my current situation, how I hate my life in this job, etc. He's been telling me for months now that what I need to do is go back to school, teach, etc. Following is my manifesto of why I will not be going back to school or teaching. I've said it before, but I have several very compelling reasons why that is not an option for me. (Actually, no. I should never say never. These are my reasons why I will not do this RIGHT NOW.)
#1. I don't want to teach
I think that's a pretty good reason in and of itself. Yes, I did, at one point, want to teach. The reason I have this (fairly useless) English degree is because I had a roommate my sophomore year of college (around that time when you're supposed to be choosing a major) that was in the Teaching Fellows program, and she suggested it. I'd recently decided to drop the Broadcasting and Cinema major (dropped because I found that in order to get the the concentration I really wanted [Media Writing], I'd have to take all these classes on lighting and sound and all that broadcasting stuff, and I just really didn't care for it.) and I needed something else. So I decided that being an English teacher made sense, for some reason. I also had a brief "I want to teach!" moment right after graduation, but that, I think, was due to people telling me for years I should do it and being unable to find a full-time job.
There are several reasons why that didn't stick, and why I ended up as a plain old English major. My college didn't even have any interesting concentrations within the English major. You know, journalism, creative writing, literature, etc.? If you were an English major, you were either going to teach or you studied literature. Which I did. Had there been a writing concentration, I would have opted for that, but as it stood, the only writing concentration was within the B&C major, and I've already been through that.
I know you should never choose a profession just for the money (obviously I didn't), but I know that teachers make not-so-good money for a lot of work. I'm doing that now, and maybe it's because the newspaper industry isn't my Dream Vocation, but I really can't see doing that. Getting paid not much for a lot of work. It's not like I've been dreaming my whole life of teaching. Maybe if I had, it would be a different story. But the only thing I've been dreaming of being my entire life is someone who is so important, they require their own assistant. You can definitely tell the teachers who want to be teaching and the ones who are doing it because they have to. Which brings me to my next point. . .
#2. I do not want to teach college kids
I was, in the very recent past, a college student, so I know how they are. Some of them are truly there because they want to learn, because they want to have a particular career, etc. Some of them (like me) are there because they don't think they're going to be able
to get a job if they don't have a degree or they just don't know what else to do. And then some of them are there for the sole reason of partying and spending their parents' money. I know for a fact that many, many college freshmen fit into the second and third categories, and I also know that, as a grad student, those would be the ones I would be teaching. The freshman-level classes. I have no interest whatsoever in standing up in front of a bunch of idiots (because, really, that's what freshmen are. I don't care who you are; as a freshman, you're an idiot.) who are only there because they're fulfilling a General Education requirement. That, I feel, would be spirit-killing. I already have a jo
b that does that, and I don't have to pay for it. Which brings me to point number 3. . .
#3. I'm in enough debt as it is
Grad school costs money. I don't care how much financial aid you can get. . .eventually, you're going to have to pay it off. I am currently up to my ears and the ears of several other really tall people in college debt. College, where I didn't actually want to go in the first place (the aforementioned not knowing what I wanted to do). I'm going to be paying for this for probably the rest of my life, and, due to mistaking bills for notices, my credit score has suffered as a result. Truly, I don't want to add thousands and thousands more dollars to my already substantial debt.
And, finally, #4
#4. I didn't like school
If I have to be honest, I'd have to say that I stopped liking school around my freshman year of high school. I just didn't like it. I didn't like going, and I didn't like learning (or "learning") things that would, no matter what they told you, have absolutely no bearing on the rest of your life. Chemistry? No. AP Statistics? No. AP Environmental Science? No. English, I always liked, because I'm an English-liking person. Band was cool up until my senior year when I figured out that it wasn't talent, but politics that ruled there. French? I was an epic failure at French, even though I love, love, LOVE the language and desperately wish I could speak it. And that was just high school.
Once I got to college, there were those damn General Education requirements you HAD to fulfill. Basically, you had to take classes from certain categories that those in command decided you had to be adept in to make you a more well-rounded person. Sure, there were electives, but those were few and far between. And then there were the major requirements. I'm still trying to figure out why, as an English major, I was required to take British Authors: Medieval to Neoclassical.
WHY is this required? All I want to do it write, man. I don't want to read poetry and analyze things. It all seems really pointless to me. I remember one requirement was ENG 303. . .something about literary criticism. WHY? All I know is that analyzing literature is maybe one of my least favorite school-related things to do EVER, and I had to take an entire class on it. Do I remember anything from that class? No, I do not. I remember how hard it was and how impossible the textbook was to understand. Why is this required of me as an English major? I have no idea. I think they assume that everyone in the English major, whether they know it or not, is going to teach, so they make you learn how to torture other people (your students) making them analyze what Fitzgerald meant by the green light at the end of the dock or why Scout was dressed as a ham. (It was a ham, wasn't it?)
Maybe Fitzgerald just really liked the color green and Lee was Jewish and not allowed to have ham, thus developing a fixation on it. I really don't know. But I don't see why it should matter.
Point being, I don't want to go back to school because it would most certainly require that I take a bunch of classes that I will find useless and pointless and uninteresting. Would I like to take some classes as a nearby college? Absolutely. I'd love to take some photography classes or writing classes, or maybe even a painting class. But do I want an entire, strict curriculum, telling me what I absolutely have to study in order to succeed as a (fill in the blank with a job title here)? No. No, I don't.
So there you have four very compelling reasons why, despite being stuck in a job I dislike, I will not be quitting in order to go back to school. I'm not going to put myself through that when, truly, I have no drive for it. I'm driven to succeed, and I want to make something of myself, but I don't know what that something is yet, and I don't want to force myself back into academia just to find that I've wasted time, money, and sanity on it.
Photographing!
It'll be a few more weeks before there's any significant change, though, so I'll just wait it out.
The only downside to the fall is that it means that before too, too long, I'm going to have to bust out the space heater, since my apartment is neither heated nor air conditioned. I've had the window in my bathroom perpetually opened for the last couple of months, but I almost froze this morning, so I had to close it. Maybe if I just wear layers around the house, I can avoid plugging in the heater and paying ridiculous electricity bills. Maybe by the time I actually need a lot of heat, I'll have moved to Asheville and will be in a centrally-heated and air conditioned apartment.
(Please?)
So, I have a Professor Friend from my college days that I keep in touch with and who I e-mail sometimes. I know he reads (or, at some time or another, read) my musings here, so he'll be getting this same spiel twice.
I'd e-mailed him telling him about my current situation, how I hate my life in this job, etc. He's been telling me for months now that what I need to do is go back to school, teach, etc. Following is my manifesto of why I will not be going back to school or teaching. I've said it before, but I have several very compelling reasons why that is not an option for me. (Actually, no. I should never say never. These are my reasons why I will not do this RIGHT NOW.)
#1. I don't want to teach
I think that's a pretty good reason in and of itself. Yes, I did, at one point, want to teach. The reason I have this (fairly useless) English degree is because I had a roommate my sophomore year of college (around that time when you're supposed to be choosing a major) that was in the Teaching Fellows program, and she suggested it. I'd recently decided to drop the Broadcasting and Cinema major (dropped because I found that in order to get the the concentration I really wanted [Media Writing], I'd have to take all these classes on lighting and sound and all that broadcasting stuff, and I just really didn't care for it.) and I needed something else. So I decided that being an English teacher made sense, for some reason. I also had a brief "I want to teach!" moment right after graduation, but that, I think, was due to people telling me for years I should do it and being unable to find a full-time job.
There are several reasons why that didn't stick, and why I ended up as a plain old English major. My college didn't even have any interesting concentrations within the English major. You know, journalism, creative writing, literature, etc.? If you were an English major, you were either going to teach or you studied literature. Which I did. Had there been a writing concentration, I would have opted for that, but as it stood, the only writing concentration was within the B&C major, and I've already been through that.
I know you should never choose a profession just for the money (obviously I didn't), but I know that teachers make not-so-good money for a lot of work. I'm doing that now, and maybe it's because the newspaper industry isn't my Dream Vocation, but I really can't see doing that. Getting paid not much for a lot of work. It's not like I've been dreaming my whole life of teaching. Maybe if I had, it would be a different story. But the only thing I've been dreaming of being my entire life is someone who is so important, they require their own assistant. You can definitely tell the teachers who want to be teaching and the ones who are doing it because they have to. Which brings me to my next point. . .
#2. I do not want to teach college kids
I was, in the very recent past, a college student, so I know how they are. Some of them are truly there because they want to learn, because they want to have a particular career, etc. Some of them (like me) are there because they don't think they're going to be able
to get a job if they don't have a degree or they just don't know what else to do. And then some of them are there for the sole reason of partying and spending their parents' money. I know for a fact that many, many college freshmen fit into the second and third categories, and I also know that, as a grad student, those would be the ones I would be teaching. The freshman-level classes. I have no interest whatsoever in standing up in front of a bunch of idiots (because, really, that's what freshmen are. I don't care who you are; as a freshman, you're an idiot.) who are only there because they're fulfilling a General Education requirement. That, I feel, would be spirit-killing. I already have a jo
b that does that, and I don't have to pay for it. Which brings me to point number 3. . .#3. I'm in enough debt as it is
Grad school costs money. I don't care how much financial aid you can get. . .eventually, you're going to have to pay it off. I am currently up to my ears and the ears of several other really tall people in college debt. College, where I didn't actually want to go in the first place (the aforementioned not knowing what I wanted to do). I'm going to be paying for this for probably the rest of my life, and, due to mistaking bills for notices, my credit score has suffered as a result. Truly, I don't want to add thousands and thousands more dollars to my already substantial debt.
And, finally, #4
#4. I didn't like school
If I have to be honest, I'd have to say that I stopped liking school around my freshman year of high school. I just didn't like it. I didn't like going, and I didn't like learning (or "learning") things that would, no matter what they told you, have absolutely no bearing on the rest of your life. Chemistry? No. AP Statistics? No. AP Environmental Science? No. English, I always liked, because I'm an English-liking person. Band was cool up until my senior year when I figured out that it wasn't talent, but politics that ruled there. French? I was an epic failure at French, even though I love, love, LOVE the language and desperately wish I could speak it. And that was just high school.
Once I got to college, there were those damn General Education requirements you HAD to fulfill. Basically, you had to take classes from certain categories that those in command decided you had to be adept in to make you a more well-rounded person. Sure, there were electives, but those were few and far between. And then there were the major requirements. I'm still trying to figure out why, as an English major, I was required to take British Authors: Medieval to Neoclassical.
WHY is this required? All I want to do it write, man. I don't want to read poetry and analyze things. It all seems really pointless to me. I remember one requirement was ENG 303. . .something about literary criticism. WHY? All I know is that analyzing literature is maybe one of my least favorite school-related things to do EVER, and I had to take an entire class on it. Do I remember anything from that class? No, I do not. I remember how hard it was and how impossible the textbook was to understand. Why is this required of me as an English major? I have no idea. I think they assume that everyone in the English major, whether they know it or not, is going to teach, so they make you learn how to torture other people (your students) making them analyze what Fitzgerald meant by the green light at the end of the dock or why Scout was dressed as a ham. (It was a ham, wasn't it?)
Maybe Fitzgerald just really liked the color green and Lee was Jewish and not allowed to have ham, thus developing a fixation on it. I really don't know. But I don't see why it should matter.
Point being, I don't want to go back to school because it would most certainly require that I take a bunch of classes that I will find useless and pointless and uninteresting. Would I like to take some classes as a nearby college? Absolutely. I'd love to take some photography classes or writing classes, or maybe even a painting class. But do I want an entire, strict curriculum, telling me what I absolutely have to study in order to succeed as a (fill in the blank with a job title here)? No. No, I don't.
So there you have four very compelling reasons why, despite being stuck in a job I dislike, I will not be quitting in order to go back to school. I'm not going to put myself through that when, truly, I have no drive for it. I'm driven to succeed, and I want to make something of myself, but I don't know what that something is yet, and I don't want to force myself back into academia just to find that I've wasted time, money, and sanity on it.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
'Cause now I see you are not what you seem. You are a mystery to me; sometimes I just want to scream.
Back home, waiting for the sleep drugs to kick in.
I'm going to put up a couple of fair pictures. I've been a little concerned that my photography skills have been on a fast, downward slope. I feel like maybe it's because I've been so generally down. I remember the weekend Trooper Blanton was killed, I had to go shoot pictures at a wedding I was covering, and that was some of the worst photographing I've ever done. I wasn't in the headspace, you know?
But here recently, I've had a lot of trouble taking decent photographs. I'm not entirely sure what it could be, other than the fact that I'm just kind of unhappy.
I don't know. Now that I'm looking at these, I'm not really pleased with them, either. I'm also failing at writing. I wrote an article for tomorrow's paper today that was. . .kind of bad. Basically what's happening here is that I'm no longer good at anything at which I used to excel, and that's unfortunate.
On the bright side, though, Nick sent me a link to a YouTube video of Saturday Night Live's premiere beginning, and it was awesome. Michael Phelps (my ex-husband) was the host and the sketch at the very beginning was kind of awesome. Tina Fey came back to play Sarah Palin, awesomely, and during the beginning monologue, William Shatner randomly showed up. I know. Best thing ever. Kind of made my night.
I'll write my ANTM recap tomorrow, so as to have it up before the next episode airs Wednesday. I really had no idea how much time and effort these recaps took. They're fun, though, so I'll be pressing on.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Hey, mister, where you headed? Are you in a hurry? (I need a lift to happy hour.)
We'll start this morning off with some random observations I've made since the last time I was here. So here is your Daily Dose of Things That Don't Really Matter But That Give You Something To Think About While You're Bored At Work.
Or
Elizabeth's List of Things That Make You Go, "Hmmm. . ."
1. You know the smell of nail polish fumes? It's a very distinctive smell. I'm a little concerned, because after I did my nails this morning (because I was down to worn black polish that really just screamed, "Teenaged emo angst!"), I brushed my teeth, putting my hand in the general vicinity of my nose, and I noticed that my polish didn't smell like normal polish. It smells like some combination of house paint and varnish. So I'm a little concerned that it's going to burn through my fingernails.
2. I? Am maybe the whitest girl in the entire world. I don't mean that in the "I dance and look like I'm having a seizure" kind of way (even though, incidentally, I do.), but I mean it in the "Oh my God, the sun is literally reflecting off of my skin" kind of way. I got into my car this morning, wearing a skirt, and so it hiked up a little when I sat down. It was then that I caught sight of, truly, how pale I am. I'm wondering if it comes across in a kind of delicate Victorian doll kind of way or in the, "Hey, that chick kind of looks dead" kind of way. All I know is that if I were back in the time when Native Americans were called Savages and the Europeans were being so irritating, commandeering land and everything so they got scalped for being white, I'd be the first one in line. Or maybe I'd be so pale, they'd think I was some kind of deity and make me their queen. I really can't be certain. Too bad the only thing the sun does to me is torch me to a crispy fried sizzle, so I can't do much about the lack of melanin. It's just my lot in life, I suppose. But if you're ever stranded on a deserted island and you're desperately looking for something to reflect the sun to catch the attention of passing aircraft? You'd better hope I'm there with you. That's all I'm saying.
3. Laundromats are some of the sketchiest places ever during the day. At night? They're downright terrifying. A large Hispanic population uses the one that I use. I have nothing against them. All I'm saying is that it's unnerving to sit and listen to people speak rapid-fire in a language you don't understand. I'm not so self-centered that I think they're sitting there talking about me. . .but what if they are? I'd like to know what they're saying. Actually, on second thought, no. I probably don't.
4. Running is good for you. Not having air conditioning is good for your electric bill. Going out running and then coming back to an apartment without an air conditioner? Not so good.
And those, ladies and gentlemen, are your Things That Make You Go, "Hmmm."
So yesterday, I finally met this woman, Nikki, who I've spoken to several times and for whom I did press for her ballet school. Every time someone from The Peak goes and talks to her, she mentions how much she loves me. And that always makes me feel good. So I went with CousinCasey to take some pictures for a story that she did and when CousinCasey told her who I was, she goes, "I LOVE you!" and gave me a big hug. Generally, I don't like being hugged by people I don't really know, but it was kind of awesome. I love being appreciated. She also gave me a little thank you card and it had a ticket to the ballet school's recital, which is being held Saturday. I will definitely be going, and I'm also going to write a story about it.
Also, I took some awesome pictures. So there's that. While I was doing that, I was thinking about how much I need a better camera so I can start taking real pictures and maybe one of these days do it professionally.
Oh, and a grad tab update. Something happened in pre-press, which caused ads to be shifted around and moved to different pages, and that, somehow, caused a page that was supposed to be in color to be in black and white. That wouldn't have been such a bad thing except it was a page with one of the big high schools' class pictures on it, and both of those were supposed to be in color. You'd have to understand the rivalry between these two schools to understand why this was such a big deal. Luckily, I was able to prove that wasn't my fault, so at least I'm not in trouble.
Also, there was an ad congratulating school #1 in school #2's section. Which, again, you wouldn't think would be such a big deal, but around this county, it's a huge deal. People are probably really, really pissed. Incidentally, it's not the students that care so much as parents and alumni. Go figure.
Finally, two of the ads said, "Congratulations to the Class of 2007!!"
I'm sure the Class of 2007 thanks them for the congratulations, but are probably also pretty confused as to for what they're being congratulated.
Or
Elizabeth's List of Things That Make You Go, "Hmmm. . ."
1. You know the smell of nail polish fumes? It's a very distinctive smell. I'm a little concerned, because after I did my nails this morning (because I was down to worn black polish that really just screamed, "Teenaged emo angst!"), I brushed my teeth, putting my hand in the general vicinity of my nose, and I noticed that my polish didn't smell like normal polish. It smells like some combination of house paint and varnish. So I'm a little concerned that it's going to burn through my fingernails.
2. I? Am maybe the whitest girl in the entire world. I don't mean that in the "I dance and look like I'm having a seizure" kind of way (even though, incidentally, I do.), but I mean it in the "Oh my God, the sun is literally reflecting off of my skin" kind of way. I got into my car this morning, wearing a skirt, and so it hiked up a little when I sat down. It was then that I caught sight of, truly, how pale I am. I'm wondering if it comes across in a kind of delicate Victorian doll kind of way or in the, "Hey, that chick kind of looks dead" kind of way. All I know is that if I were back in the time when Native Americans were called Savages and the Europeans were being so irritating, commandeering land and everything so they got scalped for being white, I'd be the first one in line. Or maybe I'd be so pale, they'd think I was some kind of deity and make me their queen. I really can't be certain. Too bad the only thing the sun does to me is torch me to a crispy fried sizzle, so I can't do much about the lack of melanin. It's just my lot in life, I suppose. But if you're ever stranded on a deserted island and you're desperately looking for something to reflect the sun to catch the attention of passing aircraft? You'd better hope I'm there with you. That's all I'm saying.
3. Laundromats are some of the sketchiest places ever during the day. At night? They're downright terrifying. A large Hispanic population uses the one that I use. I have nothing against them. All I'm saying is that it's unnerving to sit and listen to people speak rapid-fire in a language you don't understand. I'm not so self-centered that I think they're sitting there talking about me. . .but what if they are? I'd like to know what they're saying. Actually, on second thought, no. I probably don't.
4. Running is good for you. Not having air conditioning is good for your electric bill. Going out running and then coming back to an apartment without an air conditioner? Not so good.
And those, ladies and gentlemen, are your Things That Make You Go, "Hmmm."
So yesterday, I finally met this woman, Nikki, who I've spoken to several times and for whom I did press for her ballet school. Every time someone from The Peak goes and talks to her, she mentions how much she loves me. And that always makes me feel good. So I went with CousinCasey to take some pictures for a story that she did and when CousinCasey told her who I was, she goes, "I LOVE you!" and gave me a big hug. Generally, I don't like being hugged by people I don't really know, but it was kind of awesome. I love being appreciated. She also gave me a little thank you card and it had a ticket to the ballet school's recital, which is being held Saturday. I will definitely be going, and I'm also going to write a story about it.
Also, I took some awesome pictures. So there's that. While I was doing that, I was thinking about how much I need a better camera so I can start taking real pictures and maybe one of these days do it professionally.
Oh, and a grad tab update. Something happened in pre-press, which caused ads to be shifted around and moved to different pages, and that, somehow, caused a page that was supposed to be in color to be in black and white. That wouldn't have been such a bad thing except it was a page with one of the big high schools' class pictures on it, and both of those were supposed to be in color. You'd have to understand the rivalry between these two schools to understand why this was such a big deal. Luckily, I was able to prove that wasn't my fault, so at least I'm not in trouble.
Also, there was an ad congratulating school #1 in school #2's section. Which, again, you wouldn't think would be such a big deal, but around this county, it's a huge deal. People are probably really, really pissed. Incidentally, it's not the students that care so much as parents and alumni. Go figure.
Finally, two of the ads said, "Congratulations to the Class of 2007!!"
I'm sure the Class of 2007 thanks them for the congratulations, but are probably also pretty confused as to for what they're being congratulated.
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