Lindsay and Cory, deep into the night
It’s been a long journey, but we’ve finally made it! The Weather Vane is ready to be sent to the press. But, oh, wait! We still have our box to write.
Lesson #1: Do not leave the creative editorial box until the break of dawn after working all night.
So all night we have been pushing and pushing to get the paper done. It’s cold, and all we have to keep our eyelids from caving in on our sockets is a large bottle of soda pop (keeps us making trips to the privy every few minutes) and the fridgid igloo temperature that the Weather Vane office is kept at (occasionally hosting an hours worth of Shen work every now and then).
Lesson #2: Do not slug the Phys. Plant. They are needed for your thermometric survival.
Unfortuntately, we’ve had to do a barn sack’s worth of work to bring this paper together. We could not have done it without the help of those individuals that guided us like puppets on strings through the process. However, notice some of the vacancies in the staff box below (in addition to the need of staff writers). Some people whose names are listed down there are not even aware that they have been appointed to such duties, but this is our ‘volunteering you’ policy.
Lesson #3: Be nice to writers so they will write for you.
Lesson #4: Change to a larger size type when you’re running out of brain juice.
Perhaps we should introduce ourselves. We are your new editors for this semester’s Weather Vane. I, Cory, from Winchester, VA, have been News Editor for two semesters and have contributed greatly to the consumption of Monday evening pizza at meetings. Lindsay, from Lancaster, PA, who just conquered an amazing tesselation puzzle of laying out the Style page, has done some writing for the Weather Vane before and seems to be quite habitual in coming down with a case of cold hands.
Lesson #5: When in conflict, “Paper, Rock, Scissors” is an effective, uncontestable seal-the-deal game.
Lindsay usually comes out with Scissors first, so I’ve caught on, until this last time when we were deciding whether the afformentioned “soda pop” was such (my phrase) or “soda” (Lindsay’s wrong phrase, as was proven by a game of “Paper, Rock, Scissors”). I won in the end.
Soon international politics will be decided in this manner, as well.
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