Aside

On a Friday night, I like to sit in the Starbucks by USC and people watch while I drink coffee and do homework…

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.

Hello, Friday of week 2. How are you?

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.