Couldn't get it right

At least that's how I feel sometimes. Regardless of my efforts, I didn't get "it" right. It could refer to most anything although right now it centres on my work at the paper and searching for the big question-- you know the one, the question that will land me a research grant and $5,000 that goes along with it.
Course I'm interested in the grant, besides I may find that I discover something rivoting that some magazine, newspaper or e-zine will want to purchase.

This week the convocation is taking place at Thompson Rivers University. I'll have to wait another year before I receive my degree--maybe then I will have an answer to the question "if it's a graduation ceremony, why do they call it a convocation?"

I realized today that I am not excited to return to school this fall. Even with Sarah around to make life more enjoyable, and knowing many of the returning fourth years, the sentiment I have for my graduating classmates is unequalled. Really doesn't feel like it's been two years in Kamloops. It does however feel like it's been two years out of Kelowna. Maybe longer.

Living in what I call controlled isolation in Kitimat has made me aware of TV's fatal future. My astonishment at the growing number of reality TV shows is both disturbing and puzzling. The latest: Dancing with the Stars and Making the Cut with designer Tommy Hilfiger. Wherever networks and advertisers can make a buck.
Makes me believe that my idea for a reality show has potential because merit-based TV is fading from the Top 10. Maybe it isn't TV programming; maybe the problem with TV is me.