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April 22, 2004 |
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My
TCU journey through the Skiff
Kelly
Morris is a senior new-editorial journalism major
from Arlington.
Every
semester since I came to TCU, I have read the columns
of Skiff seniors soaking up advice or just getting a good
laugh.
To me, the columns are more than just words from strangers.
They’re my friends. Some of them, my best friends.
Now, is it really my turn?
Until this semester, I pretty much lived at the Skiff.
Skiff reporters and editors were my instant family who
I didn’t really want to move away from. Might sound
weird, but I’m an only child. Maybe that has something
to do with it. Maybe that’s why I didn’t move
out of the “house’’ until last semester.
You may have seen me wearing my blue TCU hat while moving
feverishly around the newsroom on the second floor of
Moudy. When I wasn’t moving, I was glued to a computer
screen.
It’s funny how much you can miss a place when it
stressed you out so much. I do like journalism. I love
it on some days, and other days I can’t stand it.
There’s got to be something that brings me back.
Nobody likes what they do all the time, and if they do,
they’re hiding something.
I’ve learned a lot of things while at TCU, but some
things have been said more than others. My journalism
professors say I’ll never make much in the business.
They say you have to have a passion for it. I do on most
days.
And they say there’s nothing nine to five about journalism.
That is already quite clear to me. I’ll graduate
from TCU not having gone to many frat or sorority parties.
I still can’t tell the difference sometimes between
which set of letters are a sorority and which are a fraternity.
But don’t feel sorry for me. I have no regrets. I
joined the Skiff chapter instead.
I wish I did let go and do a little more typical college
stuff before now. I’m not saying keg stands or marijuana.
More time spent watching sporting events in the stands
with friends instead of the press box or meeting more
people in my dorm at wing socials would have been nice.
But being a journalist has its perks. The job can surprise
you at any hour. I spent Friday afternoons talking to
former chancellors and rugby players. I sat on the sidelines
as the TCU women’s basketball team went to its first-ever
NCAA Tournament. I can tell my children I was a sports
editor at the Skiff just like Bob Schieffer, the legendary
newsman and TCU alumnus. Not everyone can say that.
I’ll leave TCU still a procrastinator (I blame it
on my major) and as big of a Dallas Stars fan as when
I came. The only thing the Skiff and my journalism professors
didn’t teach me is how to balance a life around a
job that doesn’t quit.
I guess I’ll have to get that advice from reading
another senior column. |
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