This is my last quarter as a Sinclair Tartan and with the spring quarter going at near lightspeed, I decided that it would be fun to make a list of things I want to do before I transfer. The inspiration comes from the movie “The Bucket List” where Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson make a list of things they want to do before they die.
I’ve never seen the movie, but the idea is still pretty sweet.
Go to a Dragons game
I have never been to a Dayton Dragons game and I really never had an interest. It’s not like I haven’t had the chance. I’ve been invited to go to a game or two but I turned it down swiftly. The only time I’ve been to Fifth Third Field was to see President Barack Obama speak. Well, since then, I’ve been hearing some good things about how the games are entertaining and it isn’t that expensive. And what kind of Daytonian would I be if I didn’t support possibly the only shining light in this city – and no Mayor McLin, the Riverscape doesn’t count.
Take a Sinclair girl on a date
Now this is a task that I haven’t accomplished because of a lack of effort. In my two years at Sinclair I’ve asked six girls for their phone numbers and I’ve only gotten two. Two out of six wouldn’t be a horrible percentage if I was shooting 3-pointers, but I’m not. Now is that stat a indictment on the girls at Sinclair or indictment on my girl-pulling abilities?
I would have to go with the latter.
Attend Spring Fling
I missed out on last year’s Spring Fling and it looked pretty hype. With this year’s theme being kind of a “Casino/Las Vegas” it’s sure to be pretty interesting — and by interesting I’m hoping Real World: Las Vegas interesting.
Take a picture with a celebrity visiting Dayton
Wait a minute, I’ve already done that – twice.
Get a student to write a letter to the editor
Earlier in the school year my editor and assistant editor, Rusty Pate and Joe Stueve, respectively, were able to stir someone enough to get them to write a letter to the Clarion. What kind of journalist would I be if I didn’t get just one lousy letter about how one of my articles stunk to the high heavens.
A lousy one, that’s who.