The quote board

The Spartan Daily quote board, full to the brim with post-its containing all the latest witticisms, as spoken by the Spartan Daily scholars.

#2 thing I’ll miss about the Daily

OK, so this whole “Eight things I’ll miss about the Daily” was supposed to be a bit more rapid-fire than it seems to have become, so any readers put off by the fact that I’ve milked the whole summer and still have not finished the seemingly trivial task of arranging eight items I’ll miss about the institution that stole two and a half years of my life are free to hate me.

That aside, we’re getting into drumroll territory — No. 2 is pretty close to No. 1, which means this whole thing is done. Finally.

Almost. Drumroll, please.

The No. 2 thing I’ll miss about the newsroom will definitely be the quote board.

Every newsroom has one. The delirious environment that is created by locking a roomful of college kids away until a paper is completed causes many a thing to be said — many of which seem pretty amusing as the midnight hour becomes a distant memory — as it were, an object in the rear view mirror that is certainly not closer than it appears.

While the level of wit the Spartan Daily quote board is host to varies depending upon a variety of factors, it is one of the few items that has remained constant in that place. Personnel may come and go, computers are updated from time to time, Desks may be re-arranged, but the quote board, baby, will always be on the south wall.

Those who suppose budding Journalism students are anything but filthy-minded individuals who giggle each time anything is uttered that may be loosely misinterpreted as sexual in nature would be sorely disappointed by the writings on the scraggly mess of post-its that finds its way on the bulliton board.

Example (in response to the fact that a page of stories was completed, “in,” as you might say): “Is it in? How long has it been in?”

 It’s pretty easy for any but the simplest simpleton to see what’s going on here, and why this might seem funny — nevermind the deplorably depressing situation that would go hand in hand with such bedroom utterings. I’ve heard about bad sex lives, but, y’know, yeesh or something.

And it barely makes sense, but hey, why don’t you climb into a bucket full of mad journalists for over 12 hours a day and see what you think is funny toward the end?

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