News is boring.  I’m not going to feed you a line of, “Well it’s utterly riveting because one has to know the world they live in,” because no matter which way you put it, most news is boring.

  
Exceptions are made in some instances, since some people, like myself, want to make such things their life’s work.  But overall, most people don’t go out of their way to pay attention.

  
People turn on the news every day and see repetitive headlines: Obama this, Hilary that, murders here and there, and the Middle East is collapsing even more.  Admittedly, part of the boredom with news is because it seems to be so redundant day after day, but much to our chagrin, that’s what our world is now-a-days.  But once again, the lack of interest in news brings up the point of college students, as well as many people everywhere, not caring much about what goes on around them.

  
Take the school paper, The Oak Leaves. The staff and advisor take time to make the weekly issue readily available to the student body.  They stuff the mail boxes and put stacks at the Chartwell’s counter.

  
Yet every Friday, the recycling bins in the mail corridor are chock full of discarded Oak Leaves, whose newsprint has barely even been smudged by human hands, much less the words read.

  
I’ve watched people pull them out, glance at them for half a second, then nonchalantly toss them in the bin.  Sometimes, a student is seen hovering over the bin, flipping through the pages and scanning for pictures for something that would make them want to read, until they finally toss it away.

  
There’s a large chance that our generation gets a lot of news online – but once again there are far more interesting things to do online with some free time rather than read some news (even if the Oak Leaves now has an online website). 

  
It’s funny, however.  I have a friend who picks up a News Journal every morning, flips to the sports section (playing into a man stereotype) and then flips through the rest, reading snippets here and there.  But he openly admits that he won’t read the Oak Leaves. 

  
And yet, one morning, he asked me what the convocation was for the week.  Well, since I pick up my copy and faithfully read all the articles, knew, and gave him a hard time about it.  It didn’t matter – he still refused.  Even with constant nagging and urging, he wouldn’t give me a good answer, at least nothing that wet my thirst as a logical reason.

  
He would read the news of the largest city near us, and the sports (which don’t directly affect him) but he won’t read the paper for the campus on which he lives? Normally, I would be afraid of offending a friend or person in my writing, but I know better in this instance.

    
He won’t read it anyway.

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