This past week, my editor approached me and asked how I felt about writing a column for this issue. I’ve never written a column for a publication before, so I was, of course, ecstatic.

But after the initial excitement wore off, I found myself sitting at my desk with a smile on my face, but absolutely no idea what to write.

There are millions of topics out there that I could choose from. Nothing is off limits in a column; religion and politics are encouraged, because they are interesting and a little dangerous.

I graduated from college this year. Talk about a money-making institution. If someone had told me I would spend over $100 on one book, soft cover with fewer than 150 pages, I would have been hardpressed to believe it. But I spent the money, and I still have the book. Haven’t read it yet, but I was assured that I would need it.

At college I was also introduced to the “mobile computing course” a.k.a. “you need a laptop”.

Well, it wasn’t a problem; I had gotten one for Christmas a year before. Too bad my little HP needed to be replaced with a Mac, Sheridan College having partnered with Apple in the last few years. All the teachers got new laptops and all the technology was switched over to Apple.

I love my little Mac laptop now, but I will admit to a bit of animosity between it and my bank account when I first bought it.

The challenges of being a student can really add up. I was constantly broke, spent every weekend traveling home to work at a restaurant, juggled homework and classes with new friends.

When the end of school came around and it was time for me to find a placement, I started to get nervous. I wrote up a dozen different cover letters, thinking the whole time that two years of journalism school doesn’t really seem long enough.

Luckily I got a great placement and I was able to start writing my first day, and I haven’t stopped since.

When I was thinking of my topic I had to also add an 800-word deadline into the equation. But finding something interesting that takes up that much space should be easy.

The G20 and G8 just happened in Toronto. At this point, a novel could be written about the level of intelligence involved in thinking up a “fake lake” and all the other things our money went toward buying.

I could even dedicate a chapter to the I.Q. of the man who thought spending over a billion dollars in taxpayers’ money to impress visiting dignitaries was a good idea while Canadian children starved. But in all honesty the G20/G8 is a little overused in newspapers today.

I could also write about the FIFA World Cup series. Well, that is definitely a topic to a topic to sink your teeth into. At least it had the potential to be before almost all the top teams the top teams were eliminated.

I was driving along Eramosa Road in Guelph the other day. My little Neon was bumping along through the construction, rattling and threatening to fall apart, when I noticed a sign on the side of the road.

It was a construction sign that read, “Be patient, it will all be worth it”. How ridiculous.

Lately there seems to be road construction everywhere. I enjoy driving on new pavement; it’s the only time my car doesn’t make weird noises.

Unfortunately, the hottest week of the year is not the right time to get all busy on the roads. I spent 15 minutes sitting in the sweltering heat not even a minute from my driveway as the new road was being put down right in front of my house. I could go on for 800 words about my annoyance, but that would be more like a rant.

Since Monday the weather has been hot. My boyfriend has a pool and it has gotten the most use in the past three days than it has gotten since the beginning of summer.

The weather is great for relaxing. It’s only when one decides to move that the heat becomes a problem.

I could have spent the last few hundred words writing about my life, all my interests and hobbies. I have a huge list of favorite authors, television shows and movies. I could tell you all my likes and dislikes but I have instead chosen to tell you how hard it was to think of something to tell you.

I am surprised at how many topics I can think of to tell you now that I’m almost done writing.

Suffice it to say I can admit to being picky about my column topics. Why not? What I write here is my choice, so it might as well be about something I can be passionate about, and sure when I’m writing it.