a week later…

Has it really been over a week since I last posted?

My intention for this blog was to post something every single day. I could sit here, make an excuse and say, “Something always gets in the way,” but the truth is, writers are always writing, and I should always be writing on this blog.

When Kate initially gave us the instructions for creating and maintaining our blogs, she said that we should write the blogs as if we were writing them for students in J1 who were interested in reading about what it is like to work on a college paper. I really want to be able to provide that insight.

Time is of the essence in journalism, and most especially in student journalism, where you might be juggling 5 classes at once. I started the semester out with five, but I had to drop one of them because it was on a the Compton campus two days a week, and that was two days I wasn’t at Torrance and wasn’t able to fully focus on getting information and interviews for my stories.

My schedule is now in a place where I can better manage my time, yet I still fail on occasion. I’m taking two online classes (Psych 5 and English 1C) and two journalism production classes (J11 – newspaper production and J14 – Multimedia Journalism), and what I notice is that journalism tends to take over my life, leaving me remembering that I do have two other classes often at the last minute before assignments are do.

I want to get better at this.

Week seven is a little late in the game to be thinking so deeply on this topic, but I am actually getting good grades in the two non-journalism classes (An ‘A’ in English and a very high B in psychology). Still, I am always assessing and always looking for ways to improve my game.

The other improvement that I want to make is daily blogging. Through blogging, I can improve my writing skills. I can also share with you what this crazy journalism student life is like.

And that is what this is all about anyway, right?

The excitement of building a story

There is a certain level of excitement that builds as I am working on story. When the pieces begin to fall together, and the ideas jump around inside my head fighting to be at the forefront, I feel an adrenalin rush that I liken to a runner’s high. Maybe there is a such thing as writer’s high. Whatever it is, it’s gets me all worked up imagining the possibilities. You start out seeking information on one topic, and as you go through the process of gathering facts, several other stories fall into your lap.

This is what is happening as I research the story I am writing about the student health center.

Stay tuned.

Geography professor runs around the world chasing his dream

photo credit: phil prins/union

Okay, that’s not what the headline for the story was, but that’s what I named it when I uploaded it in Camayak.

One of our professors at El Camino, Matt Ebiner, was the top male veteran finisher in the Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon.

I had the opportunity to interview him about his experience and write a story.

The print article went to another writer, but that’s OK, because that’s how we roll here at the Union. Two separate interviews equal double the information for you.

Ebiner leads group trips to international destinations when he is not teaching. While planning one such trip to India and Nepal, he found out about the marathon and decided to add extra time to his trip to allow him to compete in the race.

“As I was looking at a website for the running and racing calendar of India, I thought it would be great if I found out about a race that would work into this trip schedule,” Ebiner said. “It turned out this Mumbai marathon was just a few days after the trip finished, so my wife, daughter and I stayed a little bit extra and went to that race.”

as i sit here trying to exhale…

I have just experienced the two longest days of my life.

In “A League of Their Own,” Tom Hanks said, “There’s no crying in baseball!”

There should be no crying in journalism either, yet there was crying, and there was a lot of it, and I can honestly say that all of it didn’t come from me.

Some of it did, however, and I’m going to talk about it; I just won’t be talking about it tonight.

I’m exhausted, and I volunteered to help with delivery tomorrow, so you will have to stay tuned to hear the story of epic fail that has been my week so far.

in medias res

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this is my mailbox in the newsroom. this is not my candy

For starters, I am not the newsroom #Candybandit. To label me as such is libel and slander.

The end of week four finds me exhausted from the effort. It is the good kind of exhaustion that comes with the knowledge that you’ve put your best foot forward and done all that you can do to make things be as good as they can be.

Yet, there is the knowledge that you can always do more.

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