The grateful Jones

This has been one of the easiest 18-credit-hour semesters I’ve had. I learned that VCU has a school paper, something that not many people may have realized until recently. I was asked to write editorials for this paper and I tried a few times to shake things up. In my adventures as an amateur journalist I’ve come across lots of different people, met new friends and made A LOT of new enemies (enemies can be a lot like friends, you just need to know how to control them). I started off the year by renouncing the concept of love and finished off the year by placing 50 percent of the world’s population into cookie-cutter stereotypes (satire).

At least now we know there are at least 20 people and an entire class of women’s studies majors who read this paper. It’s pretty spectacular if you ask me; being a college publication, The Commonwealth Times has the capability of reaching not just the Richmond area but the world. VCU students are some of the most diverse college students, many coming from faraway lands that most of us only read about in books. I showed a friend of mine in Scotland the paper, so I personally know it’s been seen in Great Britain. Schoolteachers in Roanoke with children at VCU have read it. For anyone who has wanted to know what its like to be part of something bigger then themselves, this is the way to go about finding out.

There isn’t much point in pushing anyone’s buttons since it’s the last issue this year and I won’t get to read your feedback (thanks by the way, I enjoyed it). It was neat feeling like a rock star these months, getting recognized in public for my writing (how they knew what I looked like is a mystery) or having professors look at me while talking about the legal issues surrounding discrimination. I even had someone go as far as to get verbally abusive to me in restaurant. Sure I’ll never get laid (and don’t really want to yet), but popularity is fun. It’s nice to know what I strived so hard for in high school but never attained.

Thanks, Commonwealth Times, for teaching me what intelligent design is (kind of). I hope that you readers out there pick up a pen and write something for this publication; someone will listen. Its clich