Raw and Uncut

Today marked the first official day us students as National Youth Correspondents trudged the streets of D.C in our professional attire and heels (it is a FACT that beauty hurts); visiting the Newseum and the National Press Club. Let me first start off by saying how intrigued I am that there is an entire museum that is solely dedicated to my aspiring career; what better way to view the evolution and historical significance of journalism than by visiting the museum itself? The spiraling staircases in the building captured heaps of visual and audial information, showing the progression and timeline of the layout of newspapers as it applied to tragedies and historical dates that are attached to America today. I loved the opportunity of visiting the Newseum entirely, and it almost made me feel content with the fact that my feet were horribly sore. Notice I said almost.

When we arrived to the National Press Club, I can admit now that I was hesitant about the whole experience, for it seemed very professional and toned-down. Once we arrived in the auditorium and were introduced to the Politics Panel, I definitely felt much more acquainted and comfortable. As the three distinguished journalists were thrown recent issues by the Moderator, they were very careful to provide diverse perspectives and provide plenty of journalistic vocabulary. After the Panel, my fellow correspondents and I were introduced to Terry Anderson, a former Middle-Eastern journalist, and I must say he was one of a kind.

Mr. Anderson was very careful in the way that he delivered his ideas unto us; for more emotional moments he paused appropriately and provided mass examples of imagery. What I liked  most about him was that he really went in-depth about why journalism is so imperative to have as a career, and to plainly explain that not everyone is fit for the job. If you are not able to the risks and provide truthful evidence whether it hurts or not, we were informed that perhaps this isn’t our future after all. While Mr. Anderson would sometimes walk us through dark pasts of his life with journalism, he led us into the light by explaining that the hardships are ultimately  worth the rollercoaster. I appreciate his raw and uncut version of journalism, because he wants us to understand that this occupation involves risks, patience, and dedication. The descriptive words and emotion behind his experiences is something I shall remember taking away from this conference.

P.S- In the featured picture, not only am I smiling for the incredible view on a beautiful day, but also because I get to rest my feet from walking around in heels all-day. Yes, today I did experience the raw and uncut version of a future female journalist walking in D.C.



First-Day Jitters

For what seemed to have been the longest ride of the summer, the five hours it took to get from Suffolk to Fairfax Virginia gave me plenty of time to do one of four summer assignments, as well as get my stomach jitters stabilized. Yes, as most know I wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t have something to stress about, whether it be before a life-threatening test or even choosing the right flavor of gum.

So as I rode the entire way to George Mason clutching my stomach, I was predicting how the week would be. Would I like my roommate? Would I be able to mingle with people quickly? Will I be able to execute the assignments efficiently? Although these questions constantly swarmed my mind when we finally got to campus, I still tried to keep an open mind and spirit. And I am so glad I did that.

If I could sum of the first day in one word it would be: “motivating”. Because of the way the other correspondents treated me as well as my JFA and FA, I am motivated to mingle more and enjoy completing my assignments; especially knowing we all have the same uncertainty and curiosity. My beautiful-spirited roommate motivated me as well to take risks (whether she knows it or not) socially, which I will take with me even when I enroll in my four-year institution.

Now that I am currently typing my first blog as I reflect on today, I cannot help but feel thankful for my roommate , suitemates, and faculty advisors for allowing me to have a smooth transition. I am also  thankful for the food tonight, because it blessed my soul whole-heartedly.

On a more serious note, I am thankful for my parents for granting me this opportunity; they understand that this a great experience for me to transition out of my comfort zone and show me if I want to pursue this as a career. I look forward to seeing how the rest of the week unfolds as I meet more friends and learn new journalistic skills.