Opinion

For the past few years I have been trying to start a beer league softball team, to no avail. But a good friend of mine plays on a team called the Sinners, and I offered up my services if the team ever needed a spare.

This winter marks the last time I will ever have to go “back to school.” After 15 years of new pens, pencils, notebooks, backpacks, clothes and friends, I will convocate from university in April and give up my “student” title.

I have never agreed with the television commercial that touts back to school as the ‘most wonderful time of the year.

When our world seems to fall apart, one of the easiest things to do is to focus on our pain or the problem that has been dropped at our door. It’s a natural response.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are at war. At least I am, anyway. The borders of my yard have been invaded by an unwanted guest who seems intent on raiding my garden and digging up my lawn.

When I think of Jack Layton, may he rest in peace, I think of a politician who I could not disagree with more, and yet respect at the same time. I expect it was the same for many Albertans.

Born and raised in Calgary, my thumb is more concrete grey than green. I’ve always loved the site of beautiful gardens overflowing with endless blossoms reaching up to the sun.

August marks the halfway point of my internship at the Airdrie City View. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Briana The Intern. The summer/fall student. The rookie. Whichever handle you prefer, I’m the newbie around these parts.

I’ve purposely not listened to AC/DC’s Thunderstruck all summer long. Great song on a great album, don’t get me wrong, but I heard it enough all winter at Airdrie Thunder games that it has lost some of its lustre.

It’s happened before and it will happen again. The fire tones went off on Aug. 12, and despite the hustle and bustle of the newsroom, I was able to hear what should have made for a decent photo of a serious, but very light hearted situation.