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In the wake of Nelson Mandela’s death on Dec. 5, many
celebrities famous people tweeted words of respect and condolence. Some reflected on what his life and his work meant to them, and some simply thanked him for his service to the world. We live in a culture obsessed with celebrity, and any time a celebrity tweets, someone, somewhere will find a reason to share said tweet.
A tweet widely circulated yesterday and still making the rounds today (because god forbid anyone verify something for themselves instead of believing everything they see on the internet) is one that was falsely attributed to Paris Hilton.
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.
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.
There’s something to be said about finding my rhythm quickly and sticking to it.
Kate is always stressing the deadline.
The fact is there are deadlines everywhere; they don’t exist solely in journalism.
So I head into the weekend with a plate full of delicious tasks to tackle, and tackle them I will, but as I do so I want to be ever mindful of part of my new personal mantra: always be ahead of the deadline.
As much as I would love to compete for the columnist position again this year, I know that I don’t have it in my time budget to do a good job at it. I’m doing course work at two separate schools, editing two pages in the paper and handling all social media accounts for the news organization, writing for the magazine and freelancing. There’s already a limited amount of hours for me to do that. I think I will just stick with what I have and give someone else a shot at shining.
On a sunny Friday afternoon, Anton “Tony” Dahlerbruch sits comfortably in an easy chair, which is set up on one side of his new office alongside a large comfy sofa and a plain wooden coffee table. On top of the table rests a bright yellow happy face mug filled with Hershey miniatures.
Dahlerbruch (pronounced phonetically as “dollar brook”) fits in well with the cozy, at-home setting. He leans back in the easy chair, his hands resting comfortably on his knees; his demeanor is calm and laid back, and his face brightens as he begins to speak about his new position as city manager for the city of Palos Verdes Estates.
“I feel very fortunate to be here. I feel very fortunate that my whole career, each position that I’ve had is better than the last,” said Dahlerbruch, who assumed his position in June.
I wrote this article and it appeared on A1 in the Palos Verdes Peninsula News on August 22nd. I’m proud of it.
I am enrolled in three online classes at Arizona State; I am participating in three production classes at El Camino (Union newspaper both print and online and Warrior Life magazine), and I am also freelancing. This is a lot to take on, but for some reason, I am not at all afraid. I can do this. I know I can.
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.
I just wrote a column about the miscommunications that occur between me and my man friend. I think it is hilarious, but when he reads it, he will probably be annoyed. He will be annoyed even though I have stated all the things I say in the column to him face to face. He has heard all of this before, but he will still be annoyed, further proving my point that men don’t pay attention to the details.
I’ve said this to you before, honey.