Wow. So I just got into my hotel room after an eight-hour drive from St. Bonaventure to NYC. I had the most amazing talk with my professor (who was driving the car). We just sat in the front, and while everyone else was sleeping, she shared stories about her life and career. We just talked. And it was awesome. I wasn’t expecting to do much but sit and listen to my music, but I got to listen to stories from her career as a journalist and all about the things she wished she’d done differently in life. I respected her before, but now, I have such a deep appreciation for her presence in my life.
She and her husband (also a professor at my university) are the supervisors for this trip to NYC. Their classes (obviously I’m in hers) are presenting on a panel at a conference on journalism and communications related topics. Our panel is on advocacy journalism/journalists and it’s/their effect on journalism and the world. I’m speaking about Melissa Fabello, the young female blogger who was able to get Seventeen magazine to agree to stop using manipulated spreads.
Well anyway, I’m just chillin’ in my hotel room with two of my best friends. We have a queen bed and a cot…here’s a picture of my friend Catie trying to figure out how to set up the cot for our friend Elyse while she was sitting on the toilet singing about her shit. Yeah, my friends are just badass like that.
Catie also just came out of the shower and flashed us.
A day in the life, ya know?
-HRG
PS.
While coming into the city via The Lincoln Tunnel, I quoted Buddy the Elf. Oh yes I did.
“I traveled through the seven layers of the candy cane forest, through the sea of swirly twirly gumdrops, and then…
THROUGH THE LINCOLN TUNNEL”
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