There is No Place Like Home
by Katie Beller
"Omaha, somewhere in the middle of America..."
Just a little town somewhere, a little spot of life on the plains of the Midwest. If people only knew...
Omaha. A place where the number and letter streets cross, like they're supposed to; a place where tears are shed over the retirement of an aged amusement park.
Omaha. A place where morals are still worth something, and there is a different definition of "skyscraper."
Omaha. A place where Sesame Street Live and the Offut Air Show compensate for national bands avoiding the area.
Who needs Saks or Nieman Marcus, or even Starbucks when there is Younkers, Von Maur and Crane Coffee?
Who needs professional football, when we have the Creighton Prep Junior Jays, or professional basketball when we have the Crusaders?
This city, so underestimated in its greatness, is my home. I'm a corn-fed country girl with a "Midwestern accent" (whatever that is), and I love it. I would never dream of being native to anywhere but Nebraska.
So if you come across a poor soul who asks if Omaha is in Oklahoma, or if we have telephones or know of the Backstreet Boys yet, laugh to yourself because you know the truth.
This wonderful city we call home is, in my opinion, the best place on earth. Any place else is just fun to visit. "Turn your ticket in, get your money back at the door."
The Counting Crows must have been somewhere else because I wouldn't turn my ticket in for anything.
43 (school) days and counting, it's almost over. Where did our four years go? Seniors, smile at one another all that you can, despite your stress. The opportunity will be gone before we know it!