It’s me again. It’s the second day of school after a very long vacation, and I don’t think I’m exactly ready to try this whole school thing again, but whatever.
I’m not sure if you remember me, I know the freshmen won’t, but just to refresh your memory, I was the columnist last semester. I was the columnist with the drinking problem and I’m sure you adored me, and I don’t blame you, I’m quite adorable. But I’m through with the column, and happy with the fact that my pretty little mug shot won’t be making a weekly appearance in the Herald.
There’s a new columnist now, and a new editor, and a new stupid $1.6 million water tower looming over the football field, and I’m glad to be back in Bowling Green. I missed this sorry town.
To get you up to speed, I’ll quickly tell you what I’ve been up to and what I’m doing this semester, because I need your help.
I went everywhere this summer. I made no money and I have nothing to show for myself but a baseball that I caught at Wrigley Field. But it was all worth it. It was my summer vacation, and I made sure to see Gillian Welch twice and My Morning Jacket once and I’m pretty content with that.
I spent most of the summer sitting in the woods at some writing program in eastern Kentucky, where I read a lot of books and met a lot of earth-loving people who are hell bent to change the world. I was strangely inspired by them.
Maybe this time around I’ll write about something other than drinking and maybe you’ll learn something. You never know.
And now I’m in charge of this page right here, the one you’re reading-the opinion page-and I’m ready to get some opinions generating, and you have to help me. I can’t write it all, I have two other writing classes and a book reading class. I’m finally a senior and apparently school starts to get a bit more intense in the upper level courses. Go figure.
So write to me and tell me what you’re thinking, what you love about this school, what you hate. Tell me how you feel about the election, tell me what you think has gone terribly wrong in this world and what makes you tick. Tell me about your obsession with Michael Phelps, or who you think will win the World Series. Tell me anything. The more you write to me and tell me your opinions on what boggles your mind, the more interesting this page will be. So write to me and write a lot. I want my page to be your favorite.
You don’t even have to be a writing conessieur to get published, that’s what editors are for. If you have something to say, just write it down.
A lot of kids and teachers pick up this paper to pass time in class, so just imagine the possibilities-you can make a lot of people think. And they might even say something to you in the hallways-you’ll be popular, and people will think you’re smart-and everyone likes to feel popular and smart.
Imagine how popular and smart I felt after getting recognized and praised at every bar, at Kroger’s, even at South Padre Island. People even hung up fliers about me around school, with keg clipart, criticizing my stupid column. I wonder what would happen if somebody, somewhere wrote about something with substance. It’s an empowering feeling to write something that people read and talk about. You should try it.
If you’re interested, send me an e-mail, call the Herald and ask for me and we’ll work something out. It doesn’t have to be serious, you don’t have to change the world with your words You can write about how your dog Lucy has gas and I’ll try to put it in the paper. Just write to me, please.
Lindsay Sainlar is a senior print journalism major from Louisville.
The opinions expressed in this commentary do not represent the opinions of the Herald or the university.