I wear a lot of hats. Both literally and figuratively.
Literally, to rub it in to my sister, who has an abnormally large head and cannot wear hats. In return, she ridicules my cankles. Don’t cry for me. It could be worse.
But I digress.
Figuratively, because at the moment, I’m a summer news reporter here and also master of journalism at Ryerson. During school months, I’m a TA and occasional government worker, too.
I may be a newshound, but I’m no ambulance-chaser. Some journalists like the hard news stuff: the corruption, the police shoot-outs and the three-car highway crashes.
That’s what I plan on writing about here: strange, quirky stories in a campus setting. I’m thinking this should work, because most students are young.
And, well, young people sometimes do strange things.