2008 Woodie Awards
In this, the next to last issue, I thought I might turn inward and write a little about journalism. Journalism, the press, the media - whatever you label the world of information merchants - is quaking in its boots. I've been to a number of conventions and helmed a newspaper, so I have spoken with a number of the people behind the scenes.
Last semester I started out with a column on crime in Hattiesburg. I thought it would be a good idea to finish out the same way, as the situation has only gotten worse. One of the main problems is the absence of officers in the Hattiesburg Police Department.
Well, here it is, the end of another semester. In my opinion, this one has passed by much faster than any other semester I've ever experienced. As much as I have enjoyed this go-round, I'm much more excited to have it over with. I probably wouldn't have made it without the help of a lot of people.
I'm tired of trying to be mature all the time. College is about getting an education, but it is also about learning how to be an adult and function in today's society. As a result, I find myself under more and more stress. I have to make good grades. I have to keep my scholarships.
