Oct 26, 2015
New Politics talks new album and working at Chili’s
http://www.statepress.com/article/2015/10/new-politics-drummer-chilis
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New Politics talks new album and working at Chili’s
http://www.statepress.com/article/2015/10/new-politics-drummer-chilis
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We have young mothers with their backs against the wall in a world with hundreds of open doors.
This is one of my articles pertaining to child abandonment and the Safe Haven Laws. If you would take a moment to check it out, I would appreciate it very much. However, the purpose of this article is to spread a basic awareness of the options at a young and/or struggling mother’s disposal and to assess/identify the stigmas associated with these options. So, above all else, I ask that you please help me spread this information so those who may be in these situations is aware that there is help.
As always, thank you everyone for your time and feedback is always greatly appreciated. :)
Three years later...
Almost exactly three years ago, I had just moved into Taylor Place with the rest of the Camp Sparky volunteers. I was at the light rail station with people I'd just met and a couple of the other Marcos girls who went to the Downtown campus, waiting to catch the train to Tempe for a back-to-school dance party in the MU.
Now I'm back at the same station in the same muggy weather, this time after working my last full day as an online producer for the Republic and about to enter my senior year. It's strange to think about how something can seem both so recent and so ancient, as well as how past versions of ourselves are both so familiar and so foreign that they're almost different people.
Three years ago, I couldn't have imagined the opportunities I would have or the amazing people I could meet. The State Press, which would become my best teacher and social circle, the cause of the permanent dark circles under my eyes and caffeine addiction, the outlet I poured myself into when I had trouble making friends with classmates and when my family moved far away, was still just a dream. But then, as now, I had such a feeling of hopeful anticipation for the new semester and everything to come. Whatever else changes, I hope that never does.
It’s Sunday
I spent all morning thinking it was Saturday, burned my feet during my mad dash downtown in the middle of the day because I put on super-worn-out flats and keep sending text messages to some random dude who has one of our editor's old phone number because every time I delete the old number, Apple puts it back. So I'm really just trying to get all of this week's stupid over with on the first day.
Up until a couple of months ago, I was positive that I'd start my 21st birthday after a full night overseeing The State Press's second print issue of the semester, we'd be done before midnight, I'd grab my first drink on Mill or somewhere else nearby and then go to school the next day.
Instead, I spent today covering primary elections for The Arizona Republic, working in the field at a polling place and two campaign events, then went back to The State Press to change into pjs, finish online production and read over everything. I'm exhausted; I smell like a gross combination of my own and other people's sweat, the scotch someone spilled on me at Ruben Gallego's victory party and the cloying perfumes nearly every woman at the GOP shindig wore; my feet have a lot of new blisters from running back and forth between the events at the Club Downtown and Hyatt Regency Phoenix.
But I also got to cover my first real election and have contributing bylines in The Arizona Republic, met some really awesome professional reporters and photographers and ended the night back in the basement. If this is how 21 starts, I couldn't have imagined better and I can't wait to see what's next.
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Hour 3 of The State Press living downtown for the day
Managing editor walked in on a woman in the restroom without the door closed. I may have been hit on by the 16-year-old boy working at Subway. Copy chief cried for the first time this semester. News editor encountered an unknown jerk who sent a Snapchat of her a few days ago. And the photo editor took a lot of fantastic photos. Downtown is different, but in an uproariously fun way.
With the exception of actual pajama day during spirit weeks in K-12, I've made it the whole 16 and a half years of school without wearing pajamas to class. After spending all night reporting from an election gala for the Republic, the early morning hours editing SP and a few more hours sleeping on the wonderful bed that's now in the downtown newsroom, I broke that streak.
I'm wearing a sweatshirt and leggings over tights because I forgot to bring socks to change into, probably still smell like other people's perfume, other people's sweat, other people's alcohol and Republicans, have worse-than-usual hair and am going to need to either never stop imbibing caffeine or crash hard at some point.
But reporting from such an electrifying atmosphere last night was so incredibly amazing. I can't wait to hopefully do it all over again in 2016, and 2018, and 2020, and every even-numbered year from here until forever, and I'm even more excited to be only working one job and not taking classes next time.