I attended El Camino College from 2011-2013, and I was on the staff of the newspaper, the magazine and the creative arts journal in some combination the entire time I was there. I put in a lot of work, and it continues to pay off.
Last night I got a very excited text from my former adviser letting me know that I won 1st place in the state competition for a photo essay I did on Crenshaw Blvd with my friend Phil Prins.
I also finally got my plaque for winning 1st place in column writing.
I continue to receive positive affirmation that changing my career direction midlife was a good decision.
My name is Monique Judge.
My mother said she was going to name me Tiffany Janine. I don’t think Tiffany is a bad name; my best friend is a Tiffanny, and she is one of the most awesome people I know, so if we ended up having homophonic names, that probably would have made us cooler as friends. People could refer to us as the Tiffannies, and we’d be these awesome superheroes with fabulous wardrobes and lots and lots of purses.
Alas, my mother instead played ghetto bingo and picked my name out of a bag that her coworkers had put suggestions in. All throughout elementary school, I was one of two girls named Monique in my class. Annoying.
Today marks the first publishing date for the Union during the 2013-14 school year.
Most of the editors on staff spent time this week redesigning their pages.
Gary Metzker, Pulitzer Prize winning newspaper designer, is one of the instructors in our program this year, and he helped me to make some much-desired changes to my page. I was very excited when I saw the way the pages looked once done.
So excited, that I missed a crucial error that should have been fixed before we went to print.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is how student journalism works. We have many great successes, but it is the failures that we learn from the most.
I already know I am going to fail the deadline for page 5, and I want to scream.
I purposely set everyone’s deadlines so I could get everything edited and onto the page on time. So what happened?
One of my reporters completed her assignment on time, and I was so happy about that because she is new and just learning the ropes, but she went right out and handled her beat like a star.
The problem? We are missing half the attribution information for each of the six quotes she got. It is highly unlikely that she would be able to track down those six people again to get that information, so we are likely going to have to go back to the drawing board and get six new quotes along with six new photos.
I don’t blame the reporter; I blame myself.
As an editor, part of my job is to make sure that I explain everything about the assignment in detail so that the writer knows what they are looking for when they go out and start work on a story. This really means every detail, because some things that may seem obvious to a person that has been on the paper for three semesters is not so obvious for someone who is just starting out in both J1 and J11 simultaneously.
In short, I messed up, and now I will pay for it in my grade, because not having that info means I fail the page deadline.
This will never happen again.
I am actually trolling Camayak right now, like it’s a social networking site or something. From the comment feed, I can see that Jessica is active in it as well, and so we’ve basically turned the comments into a chat room as we go through and turn pitches made by Union staff into real assignments.
Listen. You wish your Friday night was this live.
On a sunny, hot Friday in September, the newsroom is virtually empty. Jessica and Marquis are my only companions as I sit at my desk getting work done. Kimberly, our ad manager, must left with her twin sister, and the newsroom has that calm feeling of an office that is emptying out as everyone exits into Friday, prepared to enjoy their weekend. I like it like this.
This semester, the newsroom feels different. We come to work and there is a lighter feeling in the air. That sense of rush and panic has not hit us yet, and if things continue to move along the way they have been, we may never hit that feeling throughout the entire semester.
Imagine getting an email from our adviser letting us know that there were no more stories available for writers to grab in our workflow management tool. That has never happened before; in prior semesters we’ve had to beg people to take stories. Now, the stories are getting snatched up as fast as we can add them into the system.
I love this feeling. I love coming in this newsroom to work. I love the group of peers I have on my team this semester. I love my job. I love this life.
Student journalism: it’s not just a job, it’s an adventure.
Student art on display at the Schauerman Library.
Students in the Activity Center wait in line for a ID pictures.
A sign in the arts building.
The Music Library
The Writing Center opens next week!
After watching eight hours of nonstop softball that included 22 innings in the intense springtime Sacramento sunshine, El Camino College journalism student Brian Camacho wrote an award-winning spot news story and became a part of sports history.
At the Journalism Association of Community Colleges State Convention in Sacramento, Camacho competed in a newswriting category that assigned about 25 students to a Sacramento State softball doubleheader against Weber State’s Wildcats. The students then wrote about the games.
The second game lasted 15 innings and turned out to be the longest in Sacramento State’s Division I era dating back to 1990. The game was finally called due to darkness.
via El Camino students, publications shine at state journalism convention.
Just came across this story about Brian Camacho, Union staff member, in the Daily Breeze.
There’s no more production schedule. We published our last issue three weeks ago. The editorial board dinner and awards luncheon have both happened, and we are at the part of the semester when we turn in our semester reflection papers and find out what positions we will hold on the paper next semester.
It’s a bittersweet feeling. I miss the rush of trying to get things done already. I never knew I loved student journalism so much until this semester. So much work goes into putting a paper together. We learn and experience a lot.
When fall comes, I’ll be ready for it all over again.