The pressure of having an appealing opinion is bad enough, delivering it eloquently is yet another task.
I wish I could say each time that I was successful, but I̢۪m not conceited, so I know it̢۪s not true.
As the end of the semester nears, I feel the sentimental need to wrap up my experience at The Collegian into a nicely paragraphed package.
What does make an opinion article a success? If I had to take a wild guess the answer would be neutrality.
One-sided politics never satisfies, trash talk just gets people fired up and hot topics attract hot heads.
To use the old cliché, “You can’t win for losing.â€Â
Curiously though, opinions typically wane if they don̢۪t piss you off enough to keep reading.
Shared experiences are preferred over shared opinions. And not just any experience will do, that too must be unique and justly written.
The stress is relentless. Having random thoughts of greatness begs for undivided attention and constant thought.
I̢۪ve got a lot of random opinions floating around in my head, but they could all be considered well thought out complaints, not 400 words of genius, unfortunately.
For instance there is my current situation involving my Honda passing smog. I haven̢۪t had to smog the vehicle since I bought it. When I took it to the mechanic I had little worries, it passed once and I had maintained well enough, or so I thought.
The car failed smog and it cost me $58 to find that out. When the mechanic called me with a diagnosis he asked, “How many hundreds of dollars are you willing to spend to fix it?â€Â
I̢۪m just a poor student; hundreds of dollars is not really part of my financially applicable vocabulary.
I spend $668 to get my car up to smog standards and guess what, it didn̢۪t pass again!
The car is sitting down at the shop right now and I feel obligated to fix it, spare the added expense. It would be silly to spend over $700 and just give up.
I am eagerly awaiting the call from the mechanic, the suspense is better than that of a made for TV drama.
The car has taken precedence over the dryer that eats zippers. Luckily the weather is warming up and I don̢۪t have too many zippered sweaters to wash and dry.
I̢۪ll spend my summer free of the worries of opinion article writing, but I̢۪m afraid it will require me to find another outlet for my frustrations.