Nontoxic with a built in sharpener

I hate how confining the construct of time is.  When the clock chimes midnight, my day is technically all abruptly over.  Well, not really, but I’ve recently developed this huge pet peeve: when people start referring to it as the next day at exactly 12:00 a.m. It’s so unnecessary to complicate things like that.  The conversational “yesterdays,” “todays,” and “tomorrows” are suddenly very confusing.

I’ve always assumed that a day ends when you go to sleep and the new one begins when you wake up.  Yes, this does leave a small window of inactivity in undetermined territory.  But why do we have to compartmentalize time so rigidly? 

I appreciate routine and I can go a little bonkers without structure, but I don’t like the idea of living by a clock, life by numbers.

It just seems cold.  There’s no room for frivolity. 

This summer has been a unique one for me.  With my first year of college under my belt, returning home could have been a painfully regressive and prickly transition; luckily my mom’s awesomeness prevented that.

But going from frolicking with my college buddies to a nine-to-five job where the majority of my coworkers were over forty was a bit of a culture shock.

I spent the bulk of my time at the Dayton Daily hating every second of it.  I loathed my cubical, my deadlines, and I was terrified of my editor.  I counted down the days and minutes until I’d be free.

And then during the last week, I got comfortable.  I bonded with my boss, started to love the crotchety old men in the surrounding cubicles, and I realized that I had a knack for what I was doing.

I wish I would have had a better attitude and tried harder for the first seven weeks and I’m lucky the internship will continue next summer. I’m also extremely grateful that my negativity wasn’t reflected in the work I did. 

I snagged some assignments that hadn’t been handed to interns before and am even doing some post-internship freelancing. I was even told on my last day that my name “came up in some important meetings.”

Words cannot express my relief and gratitude for this!  Now if only I actually wanted to be a journalist…

I miss these women every second of every day.