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Lessons Learned
"D.C. Confidential" By Christopher Romig
Last March, as the cherry blossoms bloomed and Congress crammed before their spring recess, I took a bus to Washington, D.C., for my first journalistic expedition outside of New York. I was writing a story about a big, loud group of lobbyists, and they invited me along to watch them work the halls of Capitol Hill for two days. When it was all over, I went back home with a bag full of notes, writer’s cramp, and a little more journalistic wisdom than I had headed south with.
"Film Fatigue" by Ariel Vered
I sat in the darkened theater, waiting for the program to begin. My eyes wandered to the bright red Exit sign above the door; I contemplated my escape. I was nearing my limit. I was experiencing film fatigue. I didn’t want to watch any more student films; I didn’t want to watch any more films, period. I was determined to watch as many as possible,
for the good of my story. But how fun can it be when you aren’t even allowed popcorn in a movie theater?
"Good Journalist are not Nice People" by Jackie Barba
Last August at our journalism department’s orientation for incoming students, a certain unnamed faculty member spouted a cliché which I hated, and which would unfortunately prove true. “Good journalists are not nice people,” he said (or something along those lines — I’m taking liberties because I wasn’t taking notes). Journalists are pushy, bossy, and aggressive, he said. You all look like nice people. In a few months you won’t recognize yourselves.
"Last Tango in Journalism" by Sarah J Hart
I discovered tango in Ann Arbor, Michigan and I loved the dance instantly, perhaps because I found it easy. One time, I overheard someone say that I had natural grace. I clung to that distinction like it was a winning lottery ticket. Latent in me, I was sure, was a magnificent dancer impatient to unfold her glorious wings.
"Plan of Attack" By Jennifer Bergin
I remember very little from my frantic and dizzying first week of graduate school – and that’s probably a good thing. I recall nothing of what was said on orientation day - except this, “Don’t plan on sleeping. You’re only here for three semesters. You can sleep after that.” I can’t recall who said it or in what context, I only remember thinking to myself, “Three semesters? I thought this program was only a year.”
"Wait, Journalist Report?" by Aimee Rawlins
It was a crisp Sunday afternoon in September, and I walked through the East Village, my heart beating faster with every block. Past Tompkins Square Park, down 9th Street, Avenue C, practically to the projects – scanning faces, street signs, store fronts –anything that might provide a story.
The assignment was to find a story – any story – in the neighborhood that we were covering, and I told myself that I couldn’t go back into my apartment until I had done it. That was two hours ago.
"D.C. Confidential" By Christopher Romig Last March, as the cherry blossoms bloomed and Congress crammed before their spring recess, I took a bus to Washington, D.C., for my first journalistic expedition outside of New York. I was writing a story about a big, loud group of lobbyists, and they invited me along to watch them work the halls of Capitol Hill for two days. When it was all over, I went back home with a bag full of notes, writer’s cramp, and a little more journalistic wisdom than I had headed south with.
"Film Fatigue" by Ariel VeredI sat in the darkened theater, waiting for the program to begin. My eyes wandered to the bright red Exit sign above the door; I contemplated my escape. I was nearing my limit. I was experiencing film fatigue. I didn’t want to watch any more student films; I didn’t want to watch any more films, period. I was determined to watch as many as possible,
for the good of my story. But how fun can it be when you aren’t even allowed popcorn in a movie theater?
"Good Journalist are not Nice People" by Jackie BarbaLast August at our journalism department’s orientation for incoming students, a certain unnamed faculty member spouted a cliché which I hated, and which would unfortunately prove true. “Good journalists are not nice people,” he said (or something along those lines — I’m taking liberties because I wasn’t taking notes). Journalists are pushy, bossy, and aggressive, he said. You all look like nice people. In a few months you won’t recognize yourselves.
"Last Tango in Journalism" by Sarah J HartI discovered tango in Ann Arbor, Michigan and I loved the dance instantly, perhaps because I found it easy. One time, I overheard someone say that I had natural grace. I clung to that distinction like it was a winning lottery ticket. Latent in me, I was sure, was a magnificent dancer impatient to unfold her glorious wings.
"Plan of Attack" By Jennifer BerginI remember very little from my frantic and dizzying first week of graduate school – and that’s probably a good thing. I recall nothing of what was said on orientation day - except this, “Don’t plan on sleeping. You’re only here for three semesters. You can sleep after that.” I can’t recall who said it or in what context, I only remember thinking to myself, “Three semesters? I thought this program was only a year.”
"Wait, Journalist Report?" by Aimee Rawlins
It was a crisp Sunday afternoon in September, and I walked through the East Village, my heart beating faster with every block. Past Tompkins Square Park, down 9th Street, Avenue C, practically to the projects – scanning faces, street signs, store fronts –anything that might provide a story.
The assignment was to find a story – any story – in the neighborhood that we were covering, and I told myself that I couldn’t go back into my apartment until I had done it. That was two hours ago.
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