Last semester i made a failed attempt to join my schools quarterly magazine. It was during my September hiatus from the blog world, and I literally made an overnight decision to head to one of their meetings.
Me and journalism have always kind of been intertwined. When i was younger i swore i was a detective and prowled the streets of New Rochelle trying to uncover any mystery.The weird smell that came from apartment 3b, my British English teacher who i swore was having an affair with my hot math teacher, and the pet store i swore was poisoning the hamster.
I had an old type writer and everything. All i needed was a newsboy cap(which i think are the cutest ones ever, I've only been able to find the conductor style hats.), and 1940's kind of attitude, and new threads and i would have made the perfect little journalist.
10 years later and my attitude has changed quite a bit, sure i still think one of the biology teachers at my university may be Satan's spawn, and the library may be haunted, but i shoved my detective skills in the back burner.
But in September i decided to take a chance at it. I couldn't submit myself to another Amnesty meeting with the ever glaring Katherine, Art boys meetings disbanded, and i wanted to do something.
The quarterly magazine seemed like the best fit. Newspaper is too boring, and the magazine only comes out twice a year, making the deadlines a little more flexible
But when i arrived it was as if i had stepped into a weird 1940's newspaper movie. Every was jazzed(yes jazzed) at creating a superb magazine; full of generic topics and over enthused freshman.
I of course felt out of place, not within my element(whatever that is) , especially when they asked for a portfolio of our work.
?????
I soon crept out through the exit door i was sitting next too, and put the experience behind me.
But i can't help but want to pull out my newsboy cap one more time. Perhaps in the spirit of the new year, or because I am getting closer to graduation, i want to have done something at this school before i leave it.
And I've always kind of wanted to see my name in print.
I haven't a clue what i would write about as long as it was something dear to my heart. Though i am not making any promises to myself, i would at least like to go to another meeting, and stay the whole time.
In other totally unrelated news, my mom wants to go to Las Vegas for our birthday. Though i am turning 21, making it legal for me to drink and gamble...i have never been a fan of Sin City. Something about deserts, drunk people, and legalized prostitution(not in the whole state i don't believe) is kind of a turn off.
She on the other hand sees bright lights, Vegas shows, and pretty shops.
I'd rather go to England
Me and journalism have always kind of been intertwined. When i was younger i swore i was a detective and prowled the streets of New Rochelle trying to uncover any mystery.The weird smell that came from apartment 3b, my British English teacher who i swore was having an affair with my hot math teacher, and the pet store i swore was poisoning the hamster.
I had an old type writer and everything. All i needed was a newsboy cap(which i think are the cutest ones ever, I've only been able to find the conductor style hats.), and 1940's kind of attitude, and new threads and i would have made the perfect little journalist.
10 years later and my attitude has changed quite a bit, sure i still think one of the biology teachers at my university may be Satan's spawn, and the library may be haunted, but i shoved my detective skills in the back burner.
But in September i decided to take a chance at it. I couldn't submit myself to another Amnesty meeting with the ever glaring Katherine, Art boys meetings disbanded, and i wanted to do something.
The quarterly magazine seemed like the best fit. Newspaper is too boring, and the magazine only comes out twice a year, making the deadlines a little more flexible
But when i arrived it was as if i had stepped into a weird 1940's newspaper movie. Every was jazzed(yes jazzed) at creating a superb magazine; full of generic topics and over enthused freshman.
I of course felt out of place, not within my element(whatever that is) , especially when they asked for a portfolio of our work.
?????
I soon crept out through the exit door i was sitting next too, and put the experience behind me.
But i can't help but want to pull out my newsboy cap one more time. Perhaps in the spirit of the new year, or because I am getting closer to graduation, i want to have done something at this school before i leave it.
And I've always kind of wanted to see my name in print.
I haven't a clue what i would write about as long as it was something dear to my heart. Though i am not making any promises to myself, i would at least like to go to another meeting, and stay the whole time.
In other totally unrelated news, my mom wants to go to Las Vegas for our birthday. Though i am turning 21, making it legal for me to drink and gamble...i have never been a fan of Sin City. Something about deserts, drunk people, and legalized prostitution(not in the whole state i don't believe) is kind of a turn off.
She on the other hand sees bright lights, Vegas shows, and pretty shops.
I'd rather go to England
5 comments:
beckett hughes, girl reporter! excellent.
las vegas has NO - i mean NONE, ZERO - interest for me. i always think of it as a "boy" place - beer and strippers.
on a side note, i suspect you and i have shockingly similar tastes in boys.....
if similar tastes means arty hot with striking eyes then i suspect we do(my newest celebrity crush being Tyron Leitso, you must check his beautiful face out).
See if only my mom felt the same way about Las Vegas i would not be subjected to having to fake a good time.
I'll see how much i can change her mind before march.
arty hot, striking eyes....yep!!
i think we have also discussed, in the past, great boy voices?? and how hot those voices can be??
there's gotta be some really offensive Vegas movie or tv show (like girls gone wild vegas action or something) you could show your mom to get her to change her mind...
I've only been to Vegas once, as a road trip on the way home from California... my Hubs said I had to see it once (at night). I did. Been there, done that. Never cared to go again. Go figure.
You will totally ROCK as a reporter. You have the writing skills to tell a mean story, kiddo! Good luck to ya!
Show us your magazine story if you decide to go through with it!
Have you been to Vegas? I went recently and it's really quite creepy. It's an entire society catered toward self-indulgence. From the gaudy architecture to the illegal Mexican immigrants standing at every street corner passing out porn-show fliers, you get the sense that everyone around you is just a walking shallow pleasure-seeking zombie.
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