Teaching Introduction to Journalism

We are looking at columns this week, and I realized that columns, in many ways, are a lot like blogs. Or do I mean blogs are like columns. So I started reading this to the kids in the class. They thought it was good. They don't realize that I am just ranting about things.
School is plodding along. I tend to be more concerned about the future than the present. I'm forcing the class to write a column. They are trying come up with topics.

Sara Gilbert got engaged. This is a headline. To a female rocker. So this is news. And it dawned on me that because we have instant access to all the news all the time, we need to have something to fill the news all the time. So Sara Gilbert got engaged. A headline.
Sara Gilbert appeared on Rosanne at least a decade ago. But this is a headline. I guess in the ironic world I live in, the fact that I am sitting here creating a blog entry about Sara Gilbert is equally silly as who cares about what I write, an English teacher in central Pennsylvania, about what is news.
Today was the day I receive a paper paper. The Patriot News is now published three times a week. Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday. I pay dearly for it. After this year, probably not. Anyway, someone, don't recall her name, is a blogger about family things, raising kids, etc. That's listed under her bio. A blogger. What the heck. I'm a blogger. I'm sitting here blogging. But I wouldn't tell anyone I'm a blogger.
If people don't pay to read this, it's simply random rantings from a bored not so middle aged cynic. I'm not a blogger.

I haven't posted in quite some time. Well over a year and a half. So much has changed since I last posted. I've become a grandfather twice. I am that much close to retirement. It's funny. I often refer to my retirement as graduation. Like I'll finally graduate from high school. I'm actually working on a new computer. Read. It's the greated thing.