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Third times not the charm

Wednesday, April 18th, 2018

This week has been absolute hell when it comes to dealing with my car.
They say “three times a charm”, and in my case, that is false in a way because my second car is still running, but it has major issues.
Before we get into what is wrong with car No. 3, let’s look back to my first pride and joy, my Ford Escort.
The Ford Escort was the first car I ever owned, and I was so proud when I got it because I used my own money that I worked hard to earn. Elwin (the car’s name), lasted a whole summer before it had enough of me. One day my sister, our cousin and I were doing what teens did in Kingman, driving around town blaring music way too loud and having a good time.
We got down to the park to a random intersection that I had to stop at to let another car go by and that was a mistake. I hit the gas to go and Elwin said, “No.” At first, I thought it was my battery, but I realized that it wasn’t the battery because all the lights still came on.
The three of us pushed Elwin out of the roadway and got ahold of my parents. My parents pushed my car to the shop, only to find out the timing belt broke and the repair would cost almost $800 to fix. I didn’t have that kind of cash, so we just handed my car off to one of my co-workers, so they could fix it up and do with it what they wanted to.
Car No. 2. Surprisingly it is still running. That poor thing has more than enough issues and it is still hanging in there.  The shocks need replaced, the transmission is starting to go, the engine light will not go away no matter all the repairs, the battery was giving us hell but with a replacement it is working just fine now. The sunroof broke and won’t open anymore, the radio eats CDs every so often but thankfully it spits them out. The oil leaks bad and that has been fixed once before. And don’t get me started on the awful gas mileage.
All-around, this car has had it rough but I know its there if I need it.
My sweet, sweet Kia Optima came into my life about a month ago. Not only was I blessed with a car, but in purchasing the Kia, I helped the previous owner pay for his college diploma that he hasn’t been able to get his hands on for almost a year since he graduated.
Needless to say, it made me feel good about getting the car.
When I first got it, the alignment wasn’t, and still isn’t, the best. It pulls to right badly.
On Tuesday, I took it to an alignment shop in Hutchinson, and I get a call from the guy who looked at my car and he said that I need to get both of my struts replaced, and both of my front tires replaced before I can get the alignment.  All together costs, $688.
I do not have that kind of cash to spend, with the tag due at the end of the month. My stress has increased so much with finals just around the corner and adding the car expensive on top of it all has in fact made this hell week and hell week is going to turn in to hell month real fast.

Emma Cox

The unfortunate events of Brenna; My log chute experience

Wednesday, April 18th, 2018

Since my last event was about spring break in Michigan, where my sister, Danielle, and her husband, Jake Jameson, are almost the only ones that don’t have a northern accent, I thought it would be fun to tell another tale about unfortunate happenings in Minnesota.

When I was little, either a 6-or-7-years old, my family went on a trip to Minnesota to see my aunt and uncle. At that time in my life, I had a sweet portable CD player and had three CD’s with me on that trip. The “Spirit” soundtrack, “Shrek 2”, and the very first “Kidz Bop”.

That’s right. I am a movie dork, and my family owned a copy of the very first abomination of all music. However, I will say that there were some fantastic jams on the first “Kidz Bop”, but as you probably know, it all went downhill from there.

We also went to Mall of America, which was awesome. There was a LegoLand, where everything was made out of Legos, and a Cheese World. The best (and my favorite part) was Camp Snoopy, the indoor theme park.

The rides were all themed for certain kid shows or stories. The SpongeBob ride was a 4-D ride. You sat in a big chair that moved around and shook while watching the introduction to the show. I had a blast on that ride, but my little sister was so scared that she screamed and ran out, leaving me to enjoy by myself.

And I had to ride this dumb baby roller coaster with her like a billion times because she was too young or too scared to ride anything else. The ride had only one bump and it went in one little circle. I think my face would have been equivalent to someone on “The Office” looking at the camera.

However, I did get to ride the big-kid rides, like the roller coaster that was above the entire theme park, which was a bit terrifying because I thought I was going to fall off and die. Everything was going pretty smooth for my family, until I almost fell out of a log chute.

It was Paul Bunyan’s Log Chute, and had a mountain theme. There was a big cave that you ride in and inside, Paul Bunyan was motioning like he was chopping wood with his axe, and a bull was with him spraying water through its nostrils. I was absolutely terrified of the giant lumberjack. Little did I know, my sister Leisha made me even more scared the following night when she told me he was coming to kill me with his axe.

Thanks Leish, I had several nightmares about killer lumberjacks after that.

That wasn’t the worst part though. My sisters and I wanted to get a picture on the log chute when you shoot down, so we all piled in – Danielle in the back, Kylie, Leisha, and then me in the front. Mind you, I was probably about 4 feet at the time and had zero grip on the railing holding us in.

So here we were riding up the peak of the “mountain” and Danielle had said to remember to smile because there was a picture at this part. Now all of that had left my brain when we exploded down because I was falling out of the log! Leisha had to grab me and hold me because I was touching the water.

On the bright side I was fine and we ended up returning to Minnesota for my travel softball team that went to nationals.

Brenna

The importance of college newspapers

Friday, April 6th, 2018

Across the nation, many believe the popularity of physical newspapers to be decreasing and use this as a reason to cut funds to local and students newspapers alike.

The Wichita State University student newspaper, The Sunflower, is currently facing massive budget cuts, nearly a 50% decrease in funding which threatens the award-winning and widely-read publication featuring their student voices.

Student newspapers are a vital part of campus life and should always work to provide insight to the day-to-day student activities while also reporting on the extraordinary events across the college as well.

The Sunflower deserves to have the funding necessary to continue to keep their campus well-connected through the use of the hopefully never-fading physical newspaper.

An online presence, while beneficial for any newspaper organization, fails to connect with its audience the way that a good old fashioned, hard copy news does.

Printed papers, which continue to exist through adequate funding, immerse the readers away from the constant storm of news that bombards the rest of their social media feed.

The readers can pick up a copy from any of the racks across campus or from a staff member handing them out in the student union and connect with the stories in a way that isn’t possible online.

For over two centuries physical newspapers have dominated the new sphere and today, even if many get most of their news online, it is important for journalists to continue to push for print media.

In addition to benefiting readers, at a collegiate level, knowing the basics of designing and laying-out a physical newspaper is essential to pursuing a job in journalism. Student newspapers exist for more than just campus pleasure, they are a vital learning experience for the students working behind the pages.

Over before it started: How I spent my spring break

Thursday, April 5th, 2018

The wonderful week of spring break has come to an end, and, to be honest with you, I miss it.

I am sure you’re expecting some type of story about going on vacation, but you will not get that from me, because I stayed in Kingman and worked. It wasn’t eventful at all, but it was nice being able to sleep in and get a few more extra hours at work.

I wish I took more advantage of the week to spend time with my friends, but break didn’t really mean break when you have a ton of homework to do (I may or may not have pushed it off to the last moment).

I was going to catch up on my reading, but I refused to miss out on binge watching “A Series of Unfortunate Events”, which then led me to think of Brenna Eller in the hopes she was able to avoid any potential issues on her spring break.

My nights were spent staying up way too late, causing me to be super tired the next day. Thankfully, I work in the evenings, so it didn’t affect my work performance.

I also took advantage of the break to rearrange my room for maybe the 10th time. I don’t know about you, but I enjoy change from time to time. Plus, I have a much better set up.

But enough about my room. I also got a new phone.  No more cracked, green glitch, slow working piece of garbage.

The break went by way too fast. We only have about five or six weeks left, and then it will be the end of another semester, which means spending summer nights with the people we care about most.

Emma Cox is Kingman freshman in journalism

The Unfortunate Events of Brenna: My Spring Break Experience

Thursday, April 5th, 2018

I already know what you’re all thinking.

“Oh no! What awful thing happened to her on vacation? Another bag mishap or fall?”

Well to answer all questions, I did not have an awful trip in Michigan. That’s right, Michigan is where I went for Spring Break. My sister, Danielle, and her husband, Jake Jamison, live there in Harrison Township, which is close to Detroit.

This year, Spring Break started off slow because I worked the weekend before and during, then had a day to relax and lounge, which is a fancy way of saying I stayed in my pajamas all day and ate a bunch of junk food. On my way to babysit my nephew Wednesday, I had to wait for construction on Highway 4.

There, I had stopped right when people had gone to follow a pilot car to the next stop. Lucky me, I was first in the waiting line. The guy that was working the traffic decided to talk to me because he was bored. I had been jamming hard core to some music right before getting stopped and immediately turned down the music.

He casually pointed out that my tires were bald and I told him I was aware and everyone keeps telling me, “It’s all right though, it’s just the outer layer.” Thanks, that makes me feel 100% better. He also told me that my car was squeaky and his truck did the same thing. I was just wanting to get the heck out of dodge, because these are the types of situations I love to avoid, but he kept joking around with me and I just laughed awkwardly like I do when I don’t know what to say.

Then, I watched my baby nephew, which was fantastic, because I spent the day with him watching “Monsters Inc.” and we went on a walk. When my sister, Leisha and her husband, Olán got home, we went to hit some baseballs at his gym. I haven’t done this since softball last year in high school, so I really should’ve done some practice swings or something, but I went full throttle and hit as hard as I could.

I did pretty well, but noticed I wasn’t wearing gloves and my hands were starting to burn. Yep, I got a nice blister on my left hand. It had already peeled off so driving home that night was a bit painful, but it wasn’t too bad.

Thursday was the day that we headed for Michigan. We drove, so this meant five family members all in the same vehicle. We left later than planned and ended up leaving at about 6:30 p.m.

Michigan takes about 16 hours to drive to so we were already behind. When we got into Missouri, it was about 1 a.m. Since I am the night owl of the family, I got to drive the last couple hours to Hannibal where we stayed for the night. The next day, we took a detour and went to Chicago, where I navigated with grace of course, and got to see Wrigley Field and ate at a pizza place that was pretty interesting. When we got to Michigan, it was 2 a.m. and we were exhausted, so we said hello to Danielle and Jake and went straight to bed.

The next freezing day, they took us around Michigan, and we got to see some of Detroit and the GM Renaissance Center, which was the largest building in there. Jake works for GM, so he took pleasure in being our guide. Danielle showed us where she worked and we all had fun eating at their favorite restaurant. Saturday night, Danielle, Kylie and I played games until 4 a.m.

On Sunday, we went to church and enjoyed the rest of the day napping (for me) and touring again. Later that night, I found out that I had classes Monday that I was unaware of. I guess I’m used to Easter Monday being off. I was upset at myself and had to email all of my teachers and let them know I was missing class, and I had an exam on Tuesday that I had been studying a bit for, and emailed her about missing the exam. Let’s just say I was not happy about missing this much, but at the same time, liked the distraction from life.

That brings me to Tuesday night before writing this. I was just getting settled into bed in Little River with a plate of pizza in one hand, a pop in the other while moving a blanket out of the way. That went badly and my pop went all the way to my wall, it sprayed so much. I had a lap full of fizzy liquid and my can was still foaming all over my hand. So my bed needed to be changed and I got upset thinking about the decent week I had had with no unfortunate events. I spoke to soon.

On the bright side, and despite my sore muscles from the batting before the trip and blister that is still on my hand, I got to see my sister and her husband for the first time since Christmas and had a good time. Also, on our way to Michigan, we had just missed four total accidents by only a little bit. So, someone was definitely watching over my poorly-scheduled family.

Brenna Eller is a Little River freshman in journalism

Mourning about morning people

Friday, March 23rd, 2018

I don’t know about you, but I am the type of person who does not like being bothered first thing in the morning.

I will never understand those people who wake up in the morning so chipper and happy. It takes me about an hour and a cup of coffee to be fully aware of what I need to do. Sometimes, I’m still too tired to function so I’m just dragging myself around and nodding off in class.

I beg of you, if you see me walking around campus in the morning, don’t talk to me because I will either ignore you of flat out be rude.

Another thing that I can’t wrap my head around is how there are some people in this world who only need one alarm set in the morning to get up. I didn’t’ know that was possible. I have to have at least five, at most eight, alarms set so I will hear at least one of them and get up. They start at 5:20 a.m. and go on to about 7:05. Sometimes, I’m lucky if I actually get up to those.

I guess what I am getting at is that I love my sleep and I am grumpy in morning. I purposely stay up until about 2 a.m. when I don’t have classes, so I can sleep most of the day since I don’t have to work until the evening. There are some nights that I just can’t get sleep at all, and the coffee just won’t help.

My case Wednesday wasn’t very good though. I didn’t sleep well at all. I got up at 6:30 a.m., I made a cup of coffee, but of course I couldn’t enjoy it because, me being me, got perfume in it. Yes, you read that right. I got perfume in my coffee. So, here’s to hoping Friday morning will go smoothly and I can enjoy my spring break.

The Unfortunate Events of Brenna: My Spring Semester Experience Update

Thursday, March 22nd, 2018

My first fully unfortunate week of this semester began Monday, March 12. It was already a stressful day having had a bad weekend.

My Basic Photography class goes from 6-10 p.m. I was leaving my dorm room when I discovered that I locked my keys and camera inside. It took me a few minutes and some choice words to calm down, but once I did, I just went to my class. On my way over to Lockman Hall, some guys thought I was someone else, and I just ignored them, which isn’t really how I should’ve handled it, but I was having a rough time. When I got to my class, Charles Wheeler, my photography teacher, told me he remembered to bring a cleaner for my camera’s sensor. Of course it was the same day I locked my camera in my dorm room.

On Tuesday, I decided to go to my friends’ house because I needed some assistance finding Command hooks. I know, lame excuse, but I needed a little normal in my crazy life. My best friend, Rachel, went with me to Walmart, where we both had an awkward encounter. We were walking through the parking lot when a man in a white SUV pulled up next to us and said, “Hey, ladies”, as if he was about to ask something, so I stopped and my friend who wasn’t paying attention said, ‘What?’

He asked us if we knew what a pall bearer was. We just stared at him like he was asking us a trick question. He just continued, unfazed by our confusion. “You know, the ones who carry the caskets? What do they call them in Oklahoma?” the man asked. I was just too weirded out that he was bringing up such a random subject so I answered, “Um, I don’t know, what?” He chuckled and said, “A Karae-Okie”.

Rachel and I looked at each other and then back to him and just pretended we heard the funniest joke ever, which, to be honest, was a clever one. He told us another joke, but we were already walking away.

Thursday night, I made a horrible decision to drink a Monster Energy drink at 6 p.m. Once 3 a.m. came around I was so exhausted, but also couldn’t go to sleep. My brain was just running non-stop. I thought about nothing and everything for hours. I tried getting up and walking around, nothing happened. I also tried listening to some music that had no lyrics, and reading, to calm me down.

There was a train that I could hear every two hours, and right when I would get relaxed, I there would either be a loud whistle or the wind blowing against the window.

At 5 a.m., I figured it was pointless to keep trying.  I knew my roommate had to get up at 6 a.m., so I figured I would just sleep when she left. By that time, I remembered an algebra assignment I had completely forgot about and finished it. Then I started to get ready for the day.

I tried everything to make myself not look like a zombie, I even dressed up and put makeup on. I have to say, for someone who pulled an accident all-nighter, I didn’t look as awful as I felt.

Every Friday, I deliver The Collegian at 8 a.m., so I was walking over to the building, another Monster in my hand, trying to hide my symptoms of fatigue. When I was done delivering, I headed to my class and told my friends about my horrible accident of staying up all night.

The rest of the day was super hard. I had a ponytail holder on my wrist that I kept snapping on my skin to keep myself awake. I didn’t even eat until I got home, which was scary because I was so tired, but I managed to drive home fine. Once I was finally in Little River I relaxed and passed out on the couch.

On the bright side, Saturday was a good day for me. It was St. Patrick’s Day and I actually felt more rested than ever. I was with my mom and my sister. We ended up going to Wichita to shop and two unfortunate things happened. But not to me.

I’m pretty sure it had to do with me being the only one in green. Long story short, my sister lost her phone in the Warren Theater bathroom and I had to go in and help her after she was done hyperventilating. Then my mom lost her credit card and thought she threw it away in a gas station trash can while she was getting gas. So we were digging through the nasty trash when my sister goes, “Here it is!” And pulled it out of the door handle cubby. Good thing I always have hand sanitizer with me.

The Unfortunate Events of Brenna: My CSI Experience

Monday, March 19th, 2018

My CSI Experience

On Sunday, March 4, I was at home in Little River when I had one of the weirdest experiences ever. I thought I had found a dead body.

I was taking photos for my Monday night Basic Photography class, and knew of some areas outside of Little River that had high potential for my Rules of Thirds project.

It was after church that I decided to go out for a walk in the refreshing spring-like weather with my mom. We went down to an old path that I used to walk almost daily in the summertime.

As we were walking through, my mom noticed another path in the trees. Since there are still no leaves on the trees, you could see everything. I’d never seen completely through the trees before.

So we walked along the mowed path and ended up at this really old beaten up car. At first I was just bewildered because I had never seen the car in the many times I had travelled along this area.

I was taking pictures and lined the focus on the graph lines in my camera. Walking around to the left side of the rustic four-door, I saw something in the back seat.

There was a long vertebrae with some other small bones around it. I was stunned into silence thinking about the possibility of a murder or missing person. The ribs were a little off, so it didn’t exactly look human. A lot of people hunt where I’m from, so my mom and I weren’t jumping to any conclusions.

I came to school and showed my classmates the picture of the bones in the backseat. One of them told me I needed to report it.

In Little River, some people just like to mess with others. My mom had asked people who live near the trail if they had seen the car. The man she asked said that it probably belonged to his neighbor who likes practical joking or just left an animal in there.

In the meantime, my best friend and I went back on Tuesday to investigate further. It was super windy out, causing my car to shake on the highway. When we got to the scene of the crime, we carefully opened the door like I should have the first time. She used one foot to press on the handle while I pulled it back with my foot. After looking over everything, and since her dad is a vet that works with big animals, she has seen some bones and animal parts. We concluded that it was indeed not a body.

I was half relieved that I didn’t need to make a huge deal of this and alarm the police for no reason, half disappointed because it would be pretty cool to be the one to discover a body.

On the bright side, my friend and I decided we needed a day to just be girls and shop. We took the long way back to Hutch, which was going through McPherson to kill some time. So we went to a couple of retail stores and then headed to Applebee’s for supper. Overall it wasn’t too bad of a time.

Brenna Eller is a Little River freshman in journalism

The unfortunate events of Brenna- My CSI experience

Thursday, March 15th, 2018

On Sunday, March 4, I was at home in Little River when I had one of the weirdest experiences ever. I thought I had found a dead body.

I was taking photos for my Monday night Basic Photography class, and knew of some areas outside of Little River that had high potential for my Rules of Thirds project.

It was after church that I decided to go out for a walk in the refreshing spring-like weather with my mom. We went down to an old path that I used to walk almost daily in the summertime.

As we were walking through, my mom noticed another path in the trees. Since there are still no leaves on the trees, you could see everything. I’d never seen completely through the trees before.

So we walked along the mowed path and ended up at this really old beaten up car. At first I was just bewildered because I had never seen the car in the many times I had travelled along this area.

I was taking pictures and lined the focus on the graph lines in my camera. Walking around to the left side of the rustic four-door, I saw something in the back seat.

There was a long vertebrae with some other small bones around it. I was stunned into silence thinking about the possibility of a murder or missing person. The ribs were a little off, so it didn’t exactly look human. A lot of people hunt where I’m from, so my mom and I weren’t jumping to any conclusions.

I came to school and showed my classmates the picture of the bones in the backseat. One of them told me I needed to report it.

In Little River, some people just like to mess with others. My mom had asked people who live near the trail if they had seen the car. The man she asked said that it probably belonged to his neighbor who likes practical joking or just left an animal in there.

In the meantime, my best friend and I went back on Tuesday to investigate further. It was super windy out, causing my car to shake on the highway. When we got to the scene of the crime, we carefully opened the door like I should have the first time. She used one foot to press on the handle while I pulled it back with my foot. After looking over everything, and since her dad is a vet that works with big animals, she has seen some bones and animal parts. We concluded that it was indeed not a body.

I was half relieved that I didn’t need to make a huge deal of this and alarm the police for no reason, half disappointed because it would be pretty cool to be the one to discover a body.

On the bright side, my friend and I decided we needed a day to just be girls and shop. We took the long way back to Hutch, which was going through McPherson to kill some time. So we went to a couple of retail stores and then headed to Applebee’s for supper. Overall it wasn’t too bad of a time.

 

 

I welcome Sonic

Thursday, March 8th, 2018

March 1 is the day that I decided enough was enough.

That day, I left a job that I had for three years in retail to begin my new adventure in the fast food business as a cook at Sonic Drive-In. It was an easy decision for me to make and here is why.

I got real sick and tired of being dragged in to the petty work drama that happened way too often, and it was completely uncalled for. I understand that there is drama at every place of work, but this drama was every single day, and it aggravated me to the core. It was definitely time for a huge change and a fresh start.

I also needed a major change in pace. I am the type of person where I must be doing something, and if I’m not, I get bored and aggravated all at once. There were just too many times that I had nothing to do at that place and it made the days drag on. I like to work for what I have, and I honestly can’t stand getting paid when all I have done was stand around and talk with people. I like the feeling of accomplishment.

It got to the point where I just didn’t enjoying going to that job, and I would have much rather been in classes instead of being there. The job just wasn’t what it used to be for me, and I was honestly more miserable than I have ever been, and I needed out.

I will miss a handful of my coworkers, but they knew it was time for me to go. They could see how much the job had changed who I was as a person, and obviously it wasn’t a good change.

I have had my new job for about a week now and I have had more fun interacting with my new coworkers and managers. We have so much working with each other, we are a team and treat each other with the upmost respect. I finally feel like I have a place where I belong.

Emma