Hey, look: Post No. 2. Who would have guessed.
What a great Independence Day. I was happy to be able to spend the weekend at home with my family. Sad to return to the norm.
Today started just like any other Tuesday or Thursday this summer. Woke up at 6:56 a.m., grabbed my bowl for some honey nut cheerios, showered, studied for this morning's current events quiz in my J2100 news class and drove off for the university. Yee haw.
Sat through two and a half hours of "this is how a lead should be written" along with a quiz and a writers workshop.
Rushed for time due to an interview I had with a Rocheport business owner an hour after I left class, I made a Starbucks run across the street from the J-School, ate two cookies, frantically changed into my nice shirt and tie, and drove like my mother 20 miles to Rocheport.
By the way, traffic lights in Columbia are ridiculous.
That's the killer. BUT...
There, I met the Luraas' of Rocheport Graphix Design. I had spoken to Mrs. Luraas on the phone for a previous assignment and was anticipating a great interview. I was not, however, expecting to spend nearly an hour and 45 minutes with her and her husband. .. I enjoyed every minute of it. There was never a dull moment, never a "please let this end" thought. They are truly genuine people running an above quality business.
Mrs. Luraas and I talked about the business and the lives of her and her husband while sitting in their gallery - with pictures of waterfalls, sunsets, and other nature scenes on the wall. Mr Luraas and I even got off on a tangent about the economy and politics - which, I thought was pretty awesome.
It was strange, had that typical feeling of stress and "oh gosh, I'm going to be behind on the schedule for the day if I don't get back and start writing this," yet I still wanted to stay and talk.
...That's the reward.
I can hope that I come across people like the Luraas' in my future career as a journalist. It's going to be hard to beat that. I walked away with not only a story to write, but a memory. I think that's what it is all about. - or at least that's what it should be all about.
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