We're in print!

Happy Friday, all!! As you are aware, today is the last day of school for me and now, at 2:00pm, I am officially done with the standard courses on campus. I took my last final at 11:10 this morning and did swimmingly. My friend Tammy and I just went for a celebratory lunch at Quizno's and my day couldn't be any better.

As I was waiting to begin my final this morning, I picked up a copy of the school's newspaper, the Scroll. I've been a supporter of the Scroll since my days as a measly freshman, reading it cover to cover each Tuesday when it is distributed to all the buildings on campus. Two years ago, I even wrote a well-crafted letter-to-the-editor, complimenting the award-winning newspaper on their coverage of the war in Iraq and showing, as best they could, both sides of the story. It was published and I was recognized in my classes for my letter.

I've also become a journalist of sorts since taking journalism courses for an endorsement. I've learned the art and craft that is journalism and have commiserated with all those who rush to beat deadlines and contact that ever so important beat specialist. It has, in a sense, become a hobby of mine to analyze newspapers for journalistic style and interesting leads. Basically, if I weren't such a coward on the phone with strangers and I enjoyed being yelled at by Mrs. Heinz-Kerry herself, I would in fact become a journalist.

With this said, I will return to my story about picking up the Scroll this morning.

But first, let me back up even more.

A few months ago, Ben was at Wally World and happened to be discussing his experience in Iraq to a blue-vested employee (how they came upon the subject, I'm unsure). Little to Ben's knowledge a Scroll staffer was standing directly behind him and had overheard his war dabblings. This kind young reporter kindly asked Ben if he would feel comfortable being interviewed about his experience. The rookie reporter took down our information and within days, he was knocking at our door, equipped with a handful of questions.

Ben did marvelously answering questions and the reporter got some good information. I thought this reporter would have a magnificently easy time writing a story with the answers Ben gave him. In my journalistic mind, I was formulating how I would write the story. At the end of the interview, Ben even gave the young lad a piece of Iraqi money for remembrance.

Weeks went by and the Scroll showed no sign of my husband, a war hero to me. Each week as I perused the pages, I looked for stories that might have something, but to no avail, I was left with nothing. Each week, Ben would inquire as to whether or not his story was published. And each week, I had to sadly bow my head and say, "No, dear."

Well, I bet you can guess what happened as I opened this week's issue of my favorite school newspaper. Yup, your right! There it was, just as if there were neon lights and flashy stars averting my eyes in that direction, Ben's story!!! It says it right there, Ben Hubert, and what's better is that MY name's there too!!!

I probably better be honest and say that it isn't entirely about my hubby, but he is quoted and it does say my name. Overall, I was impressed with Jared's article, but I would have done it differently.

And that's not just because Ben's my husband.

Here's the link for all the read.

Have a wonderful weekend; as for me and mine, we're headed to Utah for a weekend visit to pick up the littlest Hubert brother, Jaren. He's going to spend his Christmas vacation with us next week here in Rexburg.

What's up on the docket for next week? Each night, hopefully, I will be posting a little differently. Instead of my daily, random ideas/thoughts, I will be writing about a favorite Christmas memory growing up. It will be a story of some sort, chuck full of details, laughs, and even some tears.

Love you all.