Archive for Jillianne Hamilton
My name is Jillianne Hamilton and I'm a Canadian blogger, writer, journalism student and chocolate cheese cake fan. I enjoy indie music, funny movies and Tudor history. Find out more about me at http://jillianne-hamilton.com
A Year Dans Review
2009 wasn’t so bad… was it?
Despite the deaths of superstars Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, Patrick Swayze, Brittany Murphy and David Carradine, 2009 was a great year.
I mean, let’s discuss all the good things that happened. There was… um… that thing… with that guy… in that place…
OK. So, maybe 2009 sucked.
Well, that’s being a little vague, I suppose. A quick Google search of “2009 events” showed the year to be quite eventful.
- Barack Obama was inaugurated, becoming the first black president.
- Iowa and Vermont legalized same sex marriage.
- Tiger Woods was hit in the head with a golf club, proving irony is still amusing.
(This is the part where I side-step the global economic crisis, H1N1 and the continuing conflicts in the Middle East. A-hem.)
For me personally, it was good. I finished my first year of college, I did a 4-week internship at a daily newspaper, founded a music website and didn’t get hit by a car. So, all of those things are pretty positive in my opinion.
With that being said, Happy New Year! Let’s hope 2010 is better than this year was.
(Photo courtesy of Optical illusion.)
Journalism internship: take two!
If you’re looking for work experience, consider going somewhere new
As a part of the Journalism program at College X, students go on four-week internships during their first year (for the second half of March and the first two weeks in April). Second-year students have always done a six-week internship in January and into February.
This year, they’ve changed the rules a little bit. Six weeks has been shortened to four weeks. And frankly, I’m delighted.
I guess Instructor A and B were getting some freaked-out students. (“I have no family out of the area. I need to stay here in City X.”) Well, there’s 11 of us and only one newspaper in the whole town and three radio stations.
As for me, I dished out $1,000 so I could stay at a nice bed & breakfast down the street from the news office, in Town X where I’d previously attended high school and had a couple friends. Generally, I got great stories: people stories, which is the best kind (to me) that a small town newspaper can offer. Although my experience at that news office was a good one, I always felt very out-of-place. There was only one other full-time reporter there who was a woman and she worked evenings so I didn’t see her much.
Otherwise, I was in an office of men. The editor? Male. Both the copy editors? Male. The other two full-time reporters? Male. The sports reporter? Male. Male, male, male. Which makes it look so strange to me that I only have three males in my journalism class.
I had assumed I’d be going back to the same news office this year. I knew the place. I knew some of the people, although several of my friends had since gone to university. But I decided to take a chance and look into accommodations in another town. I do know a few people there and yes, my aunt works in that town… but mostly, I know very little about this town (which I will refer to as UniTown X). But Instructor A once told me, “There’s no better way to learn about a town than being a reporter in it.” So, I’ll keep that in mind while working there.
UniTown X is a university town — and not much else. The newspaper is a weekly instead of a daily, which will likely be a bit different. There is an editor and one other reporter- and she’s a she! And guess what: I’ve found a tiny place to rent for the month of January- only $325 per month! It’s not the Ritz, by any means, but as long as I have Internet access, I don’t even need much else. (Although food is a necessity.)
This post, albeit lengthy, does have a point, I promise. If you’re in college and looking for a place to do your internship, consider going to a town you don’t know much about. If everyone just stuck to their hometown, nobody would go anywhere! Nobody would live anywhere else! Life is too short for that.
- photo by rabbleradio
Five reasons why going back to school sucks
It sucks, I tell you. And here’s why…
So, this is my last day of freedom before getting back to class. I was super excited about getting back to school… Now I’ve realized I was just excited about getting back to City X. I’ve been here for a week and I’ve been busy- unpacking, working on my blogs and music website, going to rock shows and spending time with pals.
And now I have to fit school into my schedule?! How in the heck am I going to do that?!
And, thus, here and ten reasons why going back to school sucks.
- Alarm clocks are the devil. Aren’t these things the worst?! Always waking you up during fantastic dreams and letting you know that you have to get up and, y’know, be not sleeping?! Ugh. Alarm clocks are horrible.
- The lack of free time. How dare school interrupt your social stuff? How dare it?! Stupid school stuff. I once read that you will learn more outside of class during college than in the classroom. (OK. Didn’t really read this. But I’m sure someone significant said it at one point in time. Probably.)
- Dealing with professors. Ugh, look at them in their silly tweed jacket. Who do they think they are anyway?! And who told them they were allowed to pick on you during class, especially when you have no clue what the answer was. Or even what the question was. Because you weren’t actually listening… Ugh. The nerve of those people!
- Dealing with classmates. Sure, you like some of them. Of course. But then there are also the ones who drive you nuts. Like What’s-His-Name in your Whatever 101 class. That guy is a certified idiot and a total d-bag. And how did he end up in more than one of your classes anyway? He’s likely stalking you. Oh, God. And what about What’s-Her-Name? Ugh, she’s horrible, isn’t she? Why do we, as a human race, have to deal with these people anyway? It’s. Not. Fair!
- Studying. It is almost 2010, for pete sake. There should be a Smart Pill*** or something by now, shouldn’t there?! A pill that you take before class so you retain everything the professor says during lectures and everything you read. Studying takes up way too much time- time that would be much better spent… I don’t know… watching CSI: Miami or playing World of Warcraft. Obviously.
(*** Don’t do drugs, kids. Even if your friends say it’s a Smart Pill. They’re probably lying. They just want to steal your liver and sell it on the black market. Probably.)
(Oh. And the above photo is by Kaptain Kabold. BTW.)
How to spot a college student
Some people play “20 Questions”. Some people play “I Spy”. I do this.

You’re sitting in a hospital emergency room, waiting to see a doctor about that furry lump growing on your foot. You’ve already read all the magazines (twice) and there’s no TV. You look around at the other patients around you. Your first thought, besides “Is the ‘sleeping’ man beside me actually dead?”, is obviously “I wonder if there are any college students here.” Here are some tips for picking a college student out of a crowd.
- The college hoodie. Look around for a college emblem. That’s usually the first give-away. This hoodie will also likely be stained because most college students own no clothing besides their college hoodie. They sleep in it. They go to class in it. They drink in it. They puke in (on) it.
- Sweatpants. If there are no college hoodies in sight, look for a college-age person in sweat pants. They would probably be wearing jeans but the food at the cafeteria is so good and “I’m paying a lot of money for it anyway so I might as well eat all I want!” and now their jeans have all shrunk. (Stupid magical shrinking jeans!)
- Catching some Z’s. If the clothes aren’t a dead giveaway, the droopy eyelids should be. This is sometimes accompanied by earphones on the head of the aforementioned snoozer.
- Socks. Of course they’re wearing sneakers. This is an obvious one. Mismatched socks give you five points. Ten points if the kid isn’t wearing any socks. (Doing laundry is uber-lame.)
- Did you say “free”?! Nobody loves free food more than a starving, broke student. I once saw a freshman wrestling with a homeless guy for a package of Mr. Noodles. (***) Go to the nearest vending machine, purchase a chocolate bar and then ask if anybody wants it. Before the words are even out of your mouth, that person you thought might be a college student will be shoving that Snickers down their gullet.
And there you have it. Tips for spotting a college student. Have fun! Feel free to comment and add your own tips for this ever-amusing game!
(*** OK. Didn’t actually see a freshman wrestling with a homeless guy. But I think it would have been a little funny to see a homeless guy giving a freshman an unexpected elbow-drop to the face. Yes, no?)
- photo by Robert S. Donovan
Jill’s Big Roommate Post
My new roommate and some fun roommate-related links.
The image on the left is from this person. And it’s exactly what all dorm rooms look like. (Ha.)
Anyway. I got my roommate assignment recently and we’ve been corresponding. And I think… I think I love her.
Well, no. But she sounds like a pretty chill chick. My last roommate and I didn’t get along great at first but now we’re pretty tight. She decided to be all “Oooers. I’m too cool to live in the dorm.” and got herself an apartment. So, now, I’ve got Lauren.
Lauren is a former ballet dancer. She trained for ten years and even danced for six months in Germany. After several injuries, she decided to give it up and go to culinary school. (So, she’s going to bake me stuff. Ha.)
She likes Death Cab For Cutie and Bright Eyes. Thus, I think we’ll be very good pals. I plan to assimilate her into my little group of friends. Shouldn’t be too hard, she seems really funny and friendly.
And now for some fun roommate-related links.
- The 7 Kinds of Roommates
- Your Roommate, Translated
- The One-Step Roommate Test
- Annoying Your Roommate
- Roommate Confessions
- Roommate & Dorm Pranks
And now, for some helpful links. (Boring, I know. But it must be done.)
- How To Be a Good Roommate
- How To Survive a Messy Roommate
- How to Survive a Super Clean Roommate
- How to Live with a College Roommate Who Is Your Total Opposite
- How to Get Along with Your Roommate
- How to Deal With Your Roommate’s Mood Swings
- How to Tell Your Roommates to Clean up After Themselves
- How to Ignore Someone You Live With
10 Commandments of the Summer Job
Thou shalt read these rules and obey them – or I shall smite thee.
The summer before I started college, I spent the summer working part-time at a local convenience store. From that experience, I wrote an article for my college blog called 20 Rules for the Convenience Store, which then went on to be published in the American magazine, Convenience Store Decisions.
Anyway, this summer I’m back at the same convenience store. And, to be quite honest, I think I’ve learned a few things. Following are 10 commandments to be followed by college students working ye olde summer job. Please add your own if you’re so inclined.
- Thou shalt not work too many hours. Having too many hours will usually affect how much the student loan folk hand out. Only go for a full-time job if you aren’t looking to get a student loan. (And, in that case, sucks to be you… right now. Not so much in 15 years when the rest of us are still trying to pay off our loans…)
- Thou shalt not work for a family member. Working for a family member can be either evil or great. It’s great when = you get to slack off and still get paid. But it’s evil when = they make you work and you try everything in your power to get fired because they’re being so mean and they won’t just go ahead and fire you already because you’re family. It’s a double-edged sword. Best thing to do is ask a former or current employee for their honest opinion of your relative as a boss. You might get lucky. Or, they might lie to your face so that you too are sucked into the Summer of Doom & Despair.
- Thou shalt not expect to be paid much over minimum wage. You’re only around for the summer and you suck at your job anyway. It’s laughable that you would even expect a raise after those first disastrous 2 weeks.
- Thou shalt not work at the same job as thy boy/girlfriend. We show a different side of ourselves at work. Besides, seeing too much of a person can be unhealthy for a relationship, especially in such close quarters. (Besides. Your co-workers don’t want to see you two making out in the broom closet. Gross.)
- Thou shalt probably have to wear a dorky uniform. Suck it up, kid. You’ve been assimilated into the collective.
- Thou shalt not spit into the hamburger of thy nemesis when they come to Wendy’s and you’re working in the kitchen. This should be fairly self-explanatory.
- Thou shalt not be caught smelling marshmallows by thy boss, co-workers or customers. I love the smell of marshmallows. But seeing the cashier shoving a package into her face and inhaling deeply seems to make people uncomfortable.
- Thou shalt pretend to love and not quit thy job at chic downtown coffee house. You may hate your job and have a knack for spilling hot beverages. But you still get tips and working as a barista looks a lot cooler than being a fry cook, so appreciate where you are and- more importantly- how you look while you do it.
- Thou shalt not get distracted from your job when your crush comes by. “Don’t mess up. Don’t mess up. Just try to look cool and attractive. Sure, you’re wearing a shirt with a fast food label on it but it’s cool. They respect you. It’s fine. Just don’t make eye contact and maybe they’ll go away… Crap, they’re coming over. Oh, crap. They just saw you. Don’t mess up… And there you go, spilling fries everywhere. Wow. Impressive.”
- Thou shalt make plans to have a kick-ass job next summer. This could include book store clerk, amusement park employee, summer camp counselor or, if you’re looking to be creative, lifeguard at a nude beach.
(Photo courtesy of quinn.anya.)
Again, I’d love to hear any suggestions for other summer job commandments. (Keep in mind, this article is meant to be humorous and not to be taken seriously. By all means, ignore what you’ve read here.)
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And on a completely different note, I’m inserting a shameless plug here. Please visit my new website for East Coast music, East Coast Overture. Thank you smuchly.
25 Funny & Awesome Canadians
LOLing with a Canadian accent
Gosh, we Canadians are some funny, eh?
- Shawn Majumder
- Ryan Belleville
- John Wing Jr.
- Nicole Arbour
- Brent Butt
- Jim Carrey
- Jon Dore
- Mike Myers
- Trevor Boris
- Howie Mandel
- Mike MacDonald
- Russell Peters
- Sean Cullen
- Jeremy Hotz
- André-Philippe Gagnon
- Nikki Payne
- Boomer Phillips
- Kenny Hotz
- Spencer Rice
- Will Sasso
- Ron Sparks
- Harland Williams
- Scott Thompson
- Eugene Levy
- Pete Zedlacher *
Happy Canada Day everyone!
* I met Pete Zedlacher once and got his autograph after seeing him at the Just For Laughs tour. Such a nice guy.
** Photo by Just Us 3.
Eight Things I Miss About College
That’s right, I said it. I actually miss learning stuff. Go figure.
♫ Joel Plaskett - True Patriot Love
- My dorm roommate. She’s not going to be living on campus next year but she plans to live close by. Good. ‘Cause I have a feeling my new roommate isn’t going to just make me chocolate chip brownies whenever I’m feeling blue. Like Roomie did for me this year. (I know, right? Aww.)
- Classes. That’s right, I said it. I actually miss learning stuff. Go figure.
- My instructors. I saw those guys – the Teddy Bear and the Cactus, as I call them – every day for nearly eight months. I miss the former’s sensitive encouragement and the latter’s sarcastic humor.
- My classmates. Well, a couple of them. The ones I talked to regularly, anyway.
- My dorm family. This consists of Jenn, Roomie, Caitlin and Canning. You get comfortable with a group of people and then leave them for 4 months. It’s weird.
- Drinking. I know, that sounds horrible. But if anything good would happen at college (the end of exams, Christmas, birthdays, Tuesdays), we’d all got out for cuatros margaritas at our favorite downtown restaurant. I miss the laughter that goes along with drinking, not the liquor itself.
- City X. Gahd, I miss that town. I miss the music scene. I miss the old buildings. I miss the restaurants. I miss the one-way streets. I miss the culture. I miss the unreasonably high ratio of hipster kids to white gangsters. *le sigh*
- Ordering in. As you might guess, Nowhereville doesn’t have an East Side Mario’s. So, I can’t just call them up and have them bring me my favorite meal. Dammit.
(Image by Mel B.)
Lies You Should Tell Your Parents
We lie to them because we love them
Since most of us are home from the summer from college (at least for a little while, anyway), we’re likely going to hear the following 3 questions a lot.
- So, how was school this year?
- Get into any trouble this year?
- So. Exactly how many drugs did you experiment with this year?
Obviously, telling Mom, Dad and Grandma about some stuff is OK. But the following items are things you might want to avoid when it’s your turn to talk at the dinner table. (I’m not condoning or encouraging any of the following acts. That’s for your peer-pressuring friends to do.) (I’m also not condoning or encouraging lying to your parents about everything. Just the things they don’t need to know.)
(Also, you may want to edit this list if your parents are any or all of the following: unbelievably understanding, hippies or convicted felons who continue to sell crack to support their heroin addiction.)
OK then. Here are some things you shouldn’t tell your parents when it comes to describing your year at college.
- Drug experimentation. Yes, maybe you found out your parents tried pot back in high school. It was, most likely, the ’70s. Not that pot is any more/less harmful than it was back in the day, but they’re still not going to be stoked that their baby angel got high once or twice (or, like, every Friday night for the past 4 months).
- Weekend dorm life. Living in a dorm can be fun. On weekends, there’s always a party going on somewhere and crazy stuff usually happens. But if Pops knew his little girl was surrounded by such tomfoolery (I love that word), he would not be pleased. He’d likely get you out of there and put you in your own apartment… Wait. On second thought. If he’s willing to pay your rent, better start tellin’ tales.
- Your diet. If Mom knew how many times you ate Wendy’s per week, she’d throw a fit. And then your Grandma would look at your epic ass, wince and shake her head in disappointment. (What? That’s only me. Oh. Well then.)
- How much you drink. What would college be without drinking? A purely educational environment… with rainbows and unicorns and chocolate-covered leprechauns ‘n junk. But if they knew how much vodka made its way into your system over the past academic year (“I swear to God, I have no idea how it got there!!”), they’d be shocked and dismayed. Plus, they might stop sending you money if they know it’s not going towards groceries, but actually to Smirnoff Ice.
- Hook-ups. No matter how far the hook-up itself went (or which gender it was with), your parents don’t need to know that stuff. And Grandma doesn’t either (unless she’s a weird kinky old lady… ew).
And, just so nobody pees themselves or anything, here are some things (in no particular order) you might want to fess up to:
- addictions (drugs, alcohol, porn, etc.)
- pregnancies (yours or one you caused)
- academic expulsion
- hit-and-runs
- murders
- manslaughter charges
- lawsuits (against you- they don’t need to know you’re suing your roommate for puking in your underwear drawer)
- getting sued for puking in your roommate’s underwear drawer
Any other things you might want to lie about not share with your family? Let me know!
- photo by Will Humes
Jill’s Guide To Smart(ish) Spending
If you’re spending more money on booze than food, you have a problem
I love having some spare money in my wallet.
But more than that, I love spending money on dumb stuff I really don’t need- but just simply want.
Here are some money-saving tips to follow- in or out of college.
- Monitor your accounts. I started doing this soon before starting college and it’s really helped me out a lot. Keep a word document on your desktop marked “BUDGET”. (Even though I’m the only one who uses my laptop, I still have that bad boy password-protected. Just in case.) Record how much you have in your bank account, PayPal, how much is charged to your credit card, how much anybody owes you, reminders of upcoming expenses (phone bill, etc.). Update your budget every week or two. (You’ll thank me later.)
- Before making a big purchase, ask yourself, “(Insert Your Name Here), why do you want this?” And if the only thing you can come up with is “Because it’s cool,” you may want to think about your purchase a little longer.
- Eat out/order in no more than once a week. Think of it this way: that one time you get to eat out or order in is your treat to yourself for not eating out the rest of the week. This is what I tried to do during my first year in college.
- Rent movies in groups. The cost of a movie rental seems a lot less expensive when you’re splitting it 6 ways. Also, rent it for one night for cheaper, rather than keeping it for a week.
- Monitor your Booze Spending To Everything Else Spending Ratio. I had a friend this year who would get $100 bucks every week from his mom so he could buy groceries. He would then spend all of it on booze. (He was/is quite dumb.) Simply and plainly: don’t do this. If you are spending more money on booze than anything else, there is a problem.
Have any money-saving tips? Let me know!
This is How it All Begins
Who am I? Well, I’ll tell you. I talk about myself, what I like and my plans for the future
Listening To: Mason Jennings – The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
Reading: The CollegeHumor Guide To College
So. Year one (of either two or three) is done. Whoa, whoa, whoa. You guys have no idea who I am or what I do, do you? Well, that is, unless you read my other blog, Kill Jill Goes To College. For those who don’t (naughty, naughty), I’ll give you a few points of interest.
- My name is Jillianne Hamilton and I’m 21.
- I just finished my first year of Journalism school (that’s J-school, to all you hip cats) at College X, somewhere in the East Coast of Ye Olde Canada.
- I live in the dormitory. This past year, I lived with a barely-18-year-old former Catholic school girl from Ottawa. She was studying Culinary and made the most delicious brownies (no, not the special kind) for me when I was having a crap day. I miss her.
- The things I love and enjoy are varied and almost random. I love indie music (and lots of other music too), funny movies, movie soundtracks, Henry VIII and Tudor history, research, scrapbooking, painting, etc.
I’ll talk more about my college life a little later on. But for right now, I’ll tell you the basics. I decided to take Journalism at College X because I’ve always been a writer. As long as I can remember, writing was just that something that came easily for me. I used to write a lot of fiction but decided to give non-fiction a try. Turns out, that came easily to me as well. I love comedy writing and writing about music and pop culture.
And College X just seemed like a good option because it wasn’t in my crime-ridden provincial capital city, the tuition was a little lower than at most universities and City X itself seemed like a good option. And I was right. I love it there and plan to move there after I’m done my Journalism program.
As a part of my Journalism program, I did a four-week internship at a newspaper office. And guess what. I didn’t like it. I don’t want to work for a newspaper. It’s far too stressful and I like knowing that I can go home at 5pm. And I know I should have to work my way up until I can write about what I want to write about… but I’m far too impatient for that.
So, I’m thinking I’ll take a Multimedia course after I’m done with Journalism so I’m more prepared when the inevitable happens: newspapers become obsolete and online news sources and blogs rule the world.
When that happens, I’ll be ready.
