Journalism student stunned by his own ignorance

After his first six days of graduate classes at the Medill School of Journalism, Jason Hahn, 26, was embarrassed by how much he didn't know about writing properly.

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I just wrote a horrible headline and a lame lede.

I'm only seven days into this quarter, but I have already come to realize that I did not know a damn thing about proper writing. I have full confidence that every blog post I've ever published to the Web was riddled with flagrant errors.

Here are a few things lingering in my mind (in no particular order):

1) I know nothing about commas.
2) Obituary writing is actually a noble, significant craft.
3) I hate AP style.
4) It's amazing how everyone in a classroom can write different headlines and ledes for the same exact story. They're like snowflakes.
5) In college, liberal arts professors hated on Christianity; in graduate school, journalism professors (and 97% of the class) hate on McCain/Palin.
6) It's nice to be in the majority this time.
7) I never thought about journalism as a crucial part of the democratic process.
8) Journalism is a vilified profession, but it has so much potential to be a sublime one.
9) Maybe being an editor wouldn't be such a bad idea.
10) I still don't know what I specifically want to do.

Waiting Alone

Well, I'm almost fully moved into my new studio apartment in Evanston, IL. I'll try to post photos later on.

Last night I was given the privilege of eating some Lou Malnati's pizza. It was delicious. (Maybe better than Giordano's.)

However, during the early part of the dinner, I noticed a woman sitting by herself at a table near ours. I was burdened by that scene, because I wanted so badly for her not to be stood up by someone. So, for a good 20 minutes I made sure to monitor her situation in the corner of my left eye, and for a good 20 minutes my fear that she would be stood up grew bigger and bigger. With it, my pity towards her ballooned.

To my relief and, strangely, happiness, her party eventually came (late, it seemed). Two men and a woman, with one man walking over to her side of the table and kissing her gently on the lips.

Disaster avoided, burden lifted, pity put to shame.

I was glad.

The one thing I noticed was her unwavering self-assurance. The woman never looked worried as she sat alone at the table. She seemed sure that her table would soon be filled, no matter how delayed.

It seems to me that this is an accurate depiction of what Christians appear to be to some non-believers. We spend so all our lives waiting for our friend to show up and rescue us from our loneliness. We (should) wait with confidence because of the pattern of faithfulness that he has already shown, and has promised to show.

"Such is the confidence that we have through Christ toward God." - 2 Corinthians 3:4 (ESV)

"For we have come to share in Christ, if indeed we hold our original confidence firm to the end." - Hebrews 3:14 (ESV)

Non-believers doubt that he will ever join us (or that he's even real), and some point and mock, while others just shake their heads and pity us.

I hope that we will be able to wait as confidently as that woman. The reactions we get from those around us do not matter one smidgen. We are only meant to wait with full assurance, patience, and joy.

However, this isn't where our part stops. We are even charged to eagerly and urgently invite others to join our table. It is our responsibility to tell them that our friend is worth more than their patronization, and that he renders their sympathy unnecessary.

We'll see many join the ranks of the empty tables, while others will lose faith and leave. But a steady course must be maintained. Our good friend will surely join us soon.

And in the end, a gentle kiss will be found.

A Nonpartisan Message from Sarah Palin & Hillary Clinton

It's Time, My Love

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