Welcome to the world of a Lariat staffer, where the pressure is always on and the world is your critic.
Next time someone tells you to “get lost,” take it as a compliment.
Mondays. I hated them as a child when I had to wake up and eat flavorless Cheerios for breakfast, I hate them in college, and I’ll probably hate them until the day I die.
It’s often been said that the only thing in life that’s constant is change. Through my time here at the Lariat, I’ve found that to be especially true. The advent of another semester on city desk has brought with it another staff and another round of reporters.
Truly, there is no business like show business.
Being a senior is weird. It’s not bad, it’s not good — it’s just weird. I came to Baylor with a motivated and enthusiastic spirit, ready to tackle papers and tests with vivacity. But now, four years later, all I want to do is eat cheese, watch chick-flicks, and not think about having to apply for jobs soon. Be warned, freshman: Senioritis is real.
Unlike the normal student body, I was up in the press box covering Baylor’s inaugural season opener against SMU on Sunday, Aug. 31 as part of my job as a sports writer for the Baylor Lariat. As an eagle eye watching above everyone else, the atmosphere was incredible to see.
My social media feeds were clogged with expertly filtered Instagram shots, enviable status updates and excited hashtags which all directed me to one emotional conclusion: I was missing the first Baylor home football game in McLane Stadium. The gravity of that realization hit me harder than a linebacker.
So much our lives is measured by what we gain and what we lose. We lose our innocence; we gain maturity. We lose old friends; we gain new ones. We lose close family members; we gain a deeper appreciation for the things they did when they were alive.
When I started the trek to McLane Stadium, I was already tired. I’d been handing out Lariat sunglasses for 5 and a half hours to the Baylor Line, all the while standing in the sun and waving at people to come over.