A perk of being a journalist is getting free backstage passes to Broadway shows.
Of course, it's not all fun and games - there actually
is work involved. We had
a great time, though. Now if only we could photoshop out the dimples...
Waiting around in the boardroom for our weekly meeting to start.
It was fifteen minutes late, like usual.
Wow, old photo. This is me and Grace, back when I had blonde hair
and she found humour in showing as much skin as possible. Luckily,
both of these phases are over.
Bianca took up photography when she was fourteen. One minute, I'm
sitting in the living room. The next, I'm posing by the bathroom sink
so she can fiddle with a new setting.
It seems as though all of my photographs
are Bianca's fault. This was at home in my bedroom.
All of the journalists have portraits and biographies
online. You would think I'd be more comfortable
in front of a camera by now.
First day on campus, I was allowed to actually smile then.
That was a great day - very exciting, just a little intimidating.
When you are sixteen, you are unaware that one day
you will look back at photos and laugh at yourself.
Playing with one of the school
cameras during my sophmore year.
Bianca has obviously improved in recent years. This
was back home, not far from Chicago.
Another shot for the website.
Yes, that is a pen. Not a cigarette.