Finals are officially over for me. Granted I still have things to finish up in News Reporting but the nightmare of 3 tests in 18 hours is finally over. With the end of year approaching, I’m amazed at how fast junior year just went. It has probably been one of the hardest years I’ve had to deal with but I feel like I’ve also grown immensely as a journalist and as a person. I’m bittersweet about starting my senior year but also excited to begin my new phase of classes.
Onward and upward… but also ready to go home and hug my mom.
I lost my voice from Sunday-Tuesday and it taught me a little about the world, not only about communication but our absolute reliance on voice. So here is my list of the greatest things and also the most terrible things about being voiceless.
Con: Everyone thinks you’re being rude
You don’t realize how much you say ‘hi’ to people on campus or ‘thank you’ to people who open the door for you, until you can’t. Got a lot of nasty looks and felt horrible about it. I swear it wasn’t personal everyone. I was whispering thank you, you just couldn’t hear me.
Pro: You have a really good excuse not to talk to people you want to avoid
Sometimes I don’t want to say anything and now I have the perfect excuse.
Con: Sometimes you do want to say something and are totally screwed
For example, in your last reporting class when you actually have something important to say and have to sit there in annoyed silence.
Pro: Your face looks way better
Apparently talking all the time strains your face because my face is looking good after not talking. My face has never been more relaxed in my entire life.
Con: You can’t order food
You know what restaurants require? A voice. I basically almost starved because I had no food in my house and couldn’t go anywhere to order things. I survived on Jimmy John’s delivery. They are probably super familiar with my name now… 3 days in a row later.
Bottom line: The cons are kinda way worse than the pros. I totally feel for the pirate without a tongue in Pirates of the Caribbean.
Happy 10th Birthday Mean Girls!
Maybe this isn’t very “super serious journalist” of me but I’m going to do it anyway. Mean Girls is my childhood and I can’t believe that it was released 10 years ago. Not only does that make me feel old but also a little sad that the world has changed so much as seen in this article. Although I’m happy for the many advancements we’ve had since then, I’m also a little nostalgic for a time when things were a little simpler, even if that was just in my life.
Plus Mean Girls is just so fetch….Sorry it’s a classic for me. I don’t care what you say I’ll always think it’s cinematic gold.
One thing that I’ve really found this semester from both my own experiences and what Liz has said, is that every journalist who isn’t curious shouldn’t be a journalist. It is one of the many defining factors that often sets up apart. Some people are happy just living their life not asking questions but a journalist is always asking why. It is the reason why I find myself reading a news article, looking up someone’s name in the article and 3 hours later ending up on a webpage about the AIM (American Indian Revolution) with no clear idea how I got there.
I’ve always believed that knowledge is power. And although I think it’s impossible to know a lot about everything, I would like to know a little about a lot. I find that digging deeper into subjects or people that you find interesting can be very rewarding and also make you, in turn, more interesting. No one truly likes people who know nothing. Or at least no one that I care to acquaint myself with. Curiosity is the reason that great journalism pieces are written because the journalist was curious enough to ask some questions.
Meant to post this on Monday but it got saved to my drafts instead. My apologies for its slightly delayed newsworthy-ness but I have some comments to add from lecture today anyway.
The shooting at Columbine happened when I was 6 years old, meaning that I knew almost nothing about it when it happened. In fact, I don’t even remember hearing about it, most likely because my parents shielded me from it. Therefore, I’ve grown up with very little knowledge of the shooting. Last week was the 15th anniversary of the shooting and Time re-released their magazine article on it, The Littleton Massacre… In Sorrow and Disbelief.
It was quite an undertaking because it was by no means short (nor should it have been) but I was absolutely shocked by the level of detail and beautiful language about something so tragic. I think the author Nancy Gibbs took a nightmare situation and treated it with dignity. I understood the horror that those students experienced.
Today, Hampton Stevens said something that I think fully captures why I enjoyed this piece so much. Hampton said that he thinks good journalism is good writing, that he enjoys precise language rather than just a well-reported story or life-changing subject. Not to say that those things aren’t important but that he appreciates journalism that are ultimately a great demonstration of prose.
I think that The Littleton Massacre… In Sorrow and Disbelief combines both great writing and a life-changing subject, which is hard to do. I imagine it being rather difficult to capture this spectrum of a tragedy with the intense amount of coverage this must have received at the time.
I also want to mention something else Hampton said, which is that he enjoys journalism that “moves” him and to this, I connect with perfectly. Someone can write a perfect story that’s well-sourced, well-reported, accurate and ethical. But if it doesn’t move me in some physical or emotional way, it will just get lost in the sea of my brain that is constantly being filled with new stories. It’s stories like these that I will remember 2,5,10 years from now when I reflect on great journalism.
Valentine’s Day is my least favorite holiday. Contrary to popular belief, it has absolutely nothing to do with my relationship status. In fact, I actually hate it more when I’m a relationship than out of you. I hate it because something bad always happens and if you need a cheesy, commercialized holiday to show your love then you aren’t doing it right.
Regardless of my personal thoughts on the holiday, its a topic of news today. This article/video from Time showed up today and I think its a good way to honor the holiday. It combines cool and the reality of love that restored my faith, in light of the stuffed bears and cheap flowers of today.
I also think it captures a human side of celebrities which I always find endearing because its something that so few people in the media are truly able to do. Anyway, this piece is beautiful and really worth checking out.
P.S. I can never get over how cool Steve McQueen is. Just ever
I was reading an article in Glamour Magazine last night and in honor of their 75th birthday, they named 75 of the most important women in the last 75 years. It has inspired me to come up with my own list of women who I think are absolutely amazing and who I see as true role models.
1. Madeline Albright
Because she once said “There is a special place in hell for women who don’t help other women” and I think that really says it all. Oh and she has some super fly pins.
2. Barbara Walters
I envy her interview skills and marvel at her ability to make even the highest of society seem approachable and real. I continue to learn from her and her unstoppable energy.
3. Marilyn Monroe
Say what you want about Marilyn but there is something about her that mesmerizes me. Maybe its her ability to be both an icon and incredibly human all at the same time. At the end of the day, she was just a woman who wanted love and affection. She reminds me that even beautiful, famous women who seem to have it all are still vulnerable like everyone else.
4. Jennifer Lawrence
She is one of the few actresses in Hollywood who doesn’t apologize for who she is but uses it to make America fall in love with her. She has accomplished so much at such a young age but remains honest and real. Plus I appreciate someone who has my sense of humor and can go up against Jon Stewart like a champ.
5. My Mother
Maybe its cliche to name your own mother as a role model but my mom could legitimately run the world if she felt like it. By 10 in the morning, she’s probably accomplished more than I have in a week. The amount of hardships she has faced in her lifetime and still sees the good in the world despite it all, is awe-inspiring. She dives into life fearlessly and I can only hope to become half the women she is.