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.

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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