“News is what I say it is.” –Ben Bradlee or David Brinkley, we just don’t know.

A scar on his left cheek and an Under Armor jacket, a guy’s guy. We’ll call him “Scarface,” just for entertainment purposes. His neighbor copies his notes, why should he have to spend his time watching a video clip about the changing, somewhat struggling times for newspapers when he can look at the contents between the lines of his buddy’s college ruled notebook? Now they’re talking. The one that copies, we’ll call him “Cheats,” seems to have a bit of a twinkle in his eye. Am I witnessing a budding bromance? We’ll see. Oh yeah, 36 minutes late for class and typical Montana boy with bed-head wanders into the aisle in front of me where Scarface and Cheats reside. Before sitting next to ‘ol Scarface, Bed-Head decides to half whisper/ half shout “Happy birthday!” Apparently our friend Scar is celebrating the day he was forced from his mother’s uterus. Cute.

We’ll let our three new characters marinate for a bit. Now, let’s talk about the Professor. Professor X makes most of my mushy-brained classmates laugh, but not me. His humor style is typical and about 4 years behind. He’s the kind of guy that, as he lectures, he’ll end a point with a quick, mumbled, sarcastic sentence, either to make us listen or (please God, no) he actually thinks he’s funny. Well, according to the first 5 rows, he is. They chortle every time. I REFUSE to laugh because, at the end of each of those comic relief sentences, he stops abruptly and says “uhhh” or “umm” to quickly change the subject from his joke back to the lecture. It’s one of those things people do when they think they’re funny and want the listeners to believe they’re SO unaware of their (self-proclaimed) awe-inducing sense of humor.

“Since the recession hit this is such a bigger deal.” Seriously? Blonde girl in grey shirt just said this to our professor. I just pray to Lucifer she is not a Journalism major, ‘cause if she is THEN SHE SHOULD HAVE SAID “THIS IS A MUCH BIGGER DEAL!” Learn grammar you 6^th row blonde.

Professor X just received a low rumble of laughter for simply using the words “retro” and “legit.”

Back to the real fun. Scarface is chomping gum and appears to be taking a furlong of notes. Cheats is still living up to his name, whilst biting his pen. Bed-Head looks confused. I can only see the back of his head, but I assure you, he’s confused.

Just in case you fancied learning a bit about my blog partner, Micah, here’s a quick glimpse. Currently, Micah is working on his blog post for today and making sure he keeps his hat hair up to snuff. That’s not much, but what the hell did you expect? We’re not giving full-length bios in our first posts. Freak.

Both Scarface and Cheats are chewing on their pens as we watch a third video clip. They’re leaning into each other. Yep, I’ve deduced: Bromance. Poor Bed-Head, he’s still confused and now very alone. Oh, what’s this?! I’ve stumbled upon a new character in the row directly behind me. He’s slipping off of his chair, sleeping with his iPod in his ear and his tattered white t-shirt on his napping carcass. Hold the phone! Cheats just asked Professor X a question! Man, this is getting good. My characters are already developing. Emotions are running deep. This is some nice shit.

Okay, it seems there are only 18 minutes of class left and Micah is hounding me about our deadline. I didn’t know we had one, but I guess I’ll go with the flow of that schmo. I hope you enjoyed this little peephole into the Journalism Window. Come back for more. Or don’t, I won’t cry about it.