by Aja Purvis
"Be safe and have a great day! I love you, too!" I yelled out to my mom as I exited her black truck, heading toward the entrance of the Capital Towers. I quickly fell into the routine to which I have grown accustomed over the past few years: Monroe's before the 13th floor.
I pulled on the glass door of Monroe's, the smell of sweets hitting me instantly. Refreshing. I ordered the usual, a half dozen doughnut holes. Total: $1.64. After paying, I exited the small shop, and made a right, surprised that I hadn't noticed before. The doors leading to the lobby were gone.
Nonetheless, I continued my journey to the elevator, pushing the button and waiting patiently. I anticipated the day I'd be back here, in this building. My head nearly exploded with the questions I asked myself.
"How will it be this summer? How many people will be attending?" I grew a bit nervous, seeing as I definitely didn't know what to expect. I walked into the elevator, quickly pressing the button for the 13th floor before the doors closed. It seemed as if, on this day, in that moment, the elevator decided to take forever to get me to my destination.
Surprisingly, when I reached the third floor, walking to my left, the YMP office door was closed. I was early! Being one of the first people here ended up really helping lessen my anxiety. I feel as if my experience here, this summer, is very promising. I'm confident in the progress I will make as well as the works I will produce this year.
There are a lot of new faces this summer—a great thing! Everyone seems just as excited as I am about what the summer holds for us, shown through the enthusiastic attitudes and positive energy they all give off. I look forward to improving my writing skills this year, as well as expanding my horizons, with this wonderful group of people.
Certain activities were not foreign to me, like discussing the Cedric Willis case, but I noticed change. I'm excited about the new route that the Youth Media Project has taken. We've come a very long way. During my first year with an earlier version of the project, I feel as if we were limited, in a sense. About five other students and I were in the Zen Den in the Jackson Free Press office. Since then, the project has evolved a great deal and is now a completely separate project with its own newsroom and many more participants. Now students have our own space, more people are involved, and we'll only get better from here.