I thought the Santa Ana winds were bad! Out here, the wind is downright gusty! Walking outside is like getting an extra push from Mother Nature. She doesn’t want you to be late to your next destination…
Last night, I had a dream that I was taking another exam. I walked into an underground classroom, lit only by sunlight. It reminded me of that rotating lecture hall at Cal. Two Medill students were already there. I didn’t recognize the other students. My classmates told me those folks were also Medill students, from other quarters. Another Medill student sat in the row behind us – she was making out with her boyfriend. I sat down. I moved a purple jacket to my right and unloaded my backpack.
Now, I’m back in my room – thinking about the last event I covered – a Kucinich rally at a bar owned by hippies. I was doing my final news report on this bar, because of all the political and activist events being held there. The wall, behind my Mac, was covered with pix and programs from that event. My dad stormed into my room. He was upset about my late nights. I tried to tell him it was for class and he didn’t care. He said he knew what was right for me. He tore down my wall of pictures and programs. I quietly told him I needed most of that material to write my story. He said I should think – because I wasn’t thinking when I went out so late, by myself. I didn’t cry. I was disappointed that he couldn’t see how important it was for me to do my reporting. He was more concerned about my rep. Apparently, going out late at night made me look like a loose woman.