Tufts has a radio station called WMFO, and my impression is that they have a ton of one-hour broadcasting slots to fill each week, so they have a ton of students coming into to each fill an hour of airtime. 24 hours a day, 7 hours a week.
I learned a couple months ago that someone I know from my pre-orientation backpacking trip is a DJ for WMFO, and that her slot was at 3am on Friday mornings. So every Friday, a bit before 3am, sheād come down to the radio station and get ready to broadcast for an hour.
Thereās something that I love about that idea. Walking down the hill in the dead hours of the night, when itās completely silent on campus, to sit in the thick quiet air and talk into a mic for an hour in between music tracks.
Something about it feels extremely calm and therapeutic.
I guess thereās something magical about being awake when almost no one else is. Whenever I wake up early to watch the sunrise (which, admittedly, is about twice a year at most), thereās this great feeling that comes from driving when the whole world is asleep. It feels like the whole world is mine in that moment.
Thereās also something interesting about broadcasting and not knowing whoās out there listening ā or whether anyoneās listening at all. Iād imagine it takes the pressure off, but you can still speak as if youāre sharing whatās on your mind with someone. In the process, you kinda talk things out with yourself.
Itās a bit like this blog. I write things here, and I think some amount of people will read them at some point (I mean, you are at least), but itās very different from telling people how I feel directly. If Iām telling you something directly, thereās this expectation that youāll find what I have to say interesting.
On my blog, you only read if it interests you. Iām putting my thoughts in a publicly reachable spot and saying, āhere they are, take a look if youād like.ā And if you read them, Iām happy about that! And if you donāt, thatās okay too. Either way, I enjoyed writing it.