Joining the college newspaper back in 2005 was the first time I participated in a club-like class since junior high (when I played the clarinet for the concert band* for a few years). The newspaper group was a small, motley crew of writers, whom I enjoyed working with and getting to know.
My childhood best friend joined this class too, and it was fun to see her three times a week and brainstorm story ideas with her. Writing was something we had been doing together since we were kids, so it was a blast to be working with her at the school newspaper.
I have a lot of fond memories of hanging out with my writer pals in the newsroom.
During my last quarter of community college, I took my final science requirement with two of my friends I worked with at the school newspaper. We took Meteorology together, and I remember being thankful and extremely happy to have a few friends in that class to help me survive—and even somewhat enjoy—the very boring, dry science class that was Meteorolgy. I don’t know how I would have survived that class without my pals. I think at that point I was just burnt out, tired, and excited to be graduating.
I even wrote a few Meteorology haikus during an especially excruciating lecture:
Harsh and beastly cloud
Thunderhead of dismal doom
Why is the sky blue?
Brute red light bullies the blue
Frightened, it scatters
Home to Santa Claus
King water vapor
Boasts his importance to Earth
Mighty greenhouse gas
But I think my greatest work of genius from that class came in the form of a very nerdy joke I made up:
Q: What did the trophosphere say to the surly stratosphere?
A: Shut your ozone hole!