Stress and Distraction

I guess I am stressed out.

Why? I’m not really up to all that much. I have not started my Masters Project, although my adviser for that endeavor was MIA for so long that I had to email the dean about it. I have not started my Profile (for Art of the Profile), although I gave my subject choice some serious thought.

Basically this week I have to read for Friday, fix a mini-profile of a classmate and get a secondary source list for my big profile for Monday, work on this blog and possibly buy a webpage and write a story on education in Brighton Beach for Tuesday.

Hm, maybe this is the problem. I don’t know what to write about. I have contacted one possible subject and have just not been able to pick up the phone and call the other… …because I keep getting distracted. I have so many little things to do, like the source list and the various readings, that I almost don’t have time to get to the big assignment. My last for that class tanked for a number of reasons, which I will not get into here. If you know me, you know what’s up.

I should go running to help diffuse myself, but I have very little energy, too, and that’s time I could, in theory, be spending on my school work. It was a stretch to get myself to last night’s Annual Poliak First Amendment lecture, given by Ron Suskind (I’m glad I did). Suskind has a wonderful stage presence, is a very engaging speaker and gave just a great speech. More on him later.

You would think that after two years of essentially answering cold phone calls I would be able to make them, but no. I’m still working on it. As I’ve said, I am slowly becoming a reporter.

Oh, and I did think the sale of woodcarvings made by Christians in Bethlehem to Christians in Brooklyn was a better story than how a church now uses light bulb votive candles instead of real flames.

UPDATE 7:31 p.m.: COMING SOON…my very own website! It might not be up and running for a few days, but with some work and the help of an elf, I might have it ready. I’m waiting for WordPress to load right now. Now if only I could get some more good stories written!

2 Responses

  1. Cold calls are the absolute worst!! I did everything I could to avoid those when I did newspaper in high school. But nobody was ever mean to me or anything…just really unhelpful. Maybe since you are talking to them about real things they’ll want to help. It worked for Woodward and Bernstein…

  2. I agreed with you

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