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A Guinness it is! LGB!

Being a student at an accredited school of journalism, from a journalistic standpoint, it shouldn't happen. I actually explained the situation to a professor and here's what I've determined with what we discussed: I can't imagine that the Associated Press (who pretty much wrote the journalist's Bible and rule book) would say to just dumb it down for Norma Louise who doesn't know a bit of difference between the two. News values (why you write the story) have to be there and there has to be an answer to 'why do I want to read this article?'. Having a band come to town isn't quite good enough. My personal philosophy, as I have derived from those of my professors, is not to do the clichéd 'write for the average reader - at an eighth grade level', but to educate that average reader, whether it be through a standard news story or a longer feature. Is a band a group of people that collaborates to play music, yes, but it simply is not the best terminology for what we are writing about. Being a great journalist is researching what you don't know (and most of the time what you do) and conveying what you learn to an audience. Just a couple of my pennies thrown in there. Take it how you wish! :)

I will not march my ageout because my former corps became a sell-out last year when they gave my spot to a rookie who ended up quitting during spring training. My dad was deployed to Iraq in December and corps was not the top thing on my mind that audition season. I rode very borderline in the playing department, but was fine in the marching and the corps, seeking a winning season, decided to go with talent alone, rather than dedication and four years of experience. They didn't win. Not even close.

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I'm really curious to know if others who have marched have gone through the same thing I have gone through. I want to know if anyone else has suffered severe injuries in the way of breaks, specifically stress fracturing, in their feet, ankles, or shins during or after marching. Last summer was my first summer away from the activity after four years of Div. 1. I worked at an amusement park where I worked an upwards of 75 hours a week (you read right) on concrete, on my feet. I had to go home in the beginning of July after pains in the tops of my feet became unbearable and way out of the norm. I had several stress fractures in the tops of my feet. Those eventually healed for the most part by the time October/November came around. I worked 35ish hours a week at our local Macy's and had no problems there. The first week of March, I got a new (and much more lucrative) job as a server at a local outdoor restaurant that's kind of unconventional in the fact that servers sprint to and from customers. About three weeks ago, after a month of running there, I started feeling a lot of pain in both my Achilles tendons and the area surrounding. I expected some pains, just due to the fact that it's an intense job that I came into only moderately in shape. About four days ago, pain, again, became unbearable (worse this time) and I had to go to the doctor to get some x-rays. This time, I have a couple more major breaks in the backs of my ankles. I know it's likely that both workplaces had a part to play, but I'm willing to bet my time with my corps did as well. Just wondering if anyone else has experienced similar seemingly unexplained injuries of this type at a young age after marching a season or few. For now, I'm off to pop some pain killers!

I don't think that's even allowed...

I knew it wouldn't be long for someone to go there. I'm very taken now and am a very, very good girl.

I have a good one. We were somewhere in Kansas for a rehearsal day on our way to Denver in 04. The guy I stood next to in horn arc had tried to get me to show him my boobs all summer. He and I were hanging out by our EQ truck by ourselves that day and for some reason, I decided that was the day. I gave him a quick show and immediately afterward, I see this old man on a golf cart in my peripherals and he yells in this super gruff voice, "Who's in charge here?!" My friend gives him the name of our corps director and I'm ####### myself. Our director was a total ##### and I would probably be getting in serious trouble if this old guy told him the story. Then, the guy just says, "Well, would you let him know I fixed the boards on that there truck?" So I thought for sure that the highly anticipated show had been ruined by an old Kansan on a golf cart when he was really just worried about making sure our director knew our truck was fixed.