Tonight, after a 13-hour day of teaching and advising, I stood in the doorway of our student newsroom and paused with my head and my heart heavy. It was late and my kids at home were missing me, but I didn’t want to leave. It was the last production night of the semester and I don’t deal well with the “last” of anything, especially in this room. An outsider might not see the appeal of the newsroom. It is littered with soda cans, pizza boxes and empty energy drink containers. Papers overflow every desk and cameras are piled unorganized on the corner table. The recycled, dilapidated couch from Goodwill sits in the middle of the room and the floor looks as if it hasn’t seen a mop in a few months, if not years. However, this room is the most appealing place on campus to me.
Writing, Reflecting, Teaching, Parenting
Shannon Philpott-Sanders 