I think that having Jen call us up to end camp how we began it was…well, awesome. While singing and dancing, all of the memories, laughs, and friendships created over a truly special ten days at the workshop. All the laughs and inside jokes we had at the broadcast group. The numerous fits of laughter at dinner. The first night with kareoke. I made some very special friends, read some touching blogs, learned a lot about the news. I will never watch another news broadcast the same. I know that for sure. All of you made this a very special experience, and I, truthfully, can not wait for our paths to cross again. To Tammy, Jose, Janell, Jen, Jeanine, Dr. Dave, and everyone who taught me so much about the world of journalism. To all of the friends I made and treasure, thanks.
So, we taped our broadcast today. That was a trip. Most of us were practicing and practicing our script, counting down the moments until we could get on screen and then be done. Well, I seemed to be the lone person not freaking out. I was, by all accounts, the coolest ice cube in the freezer. It all seemed so easy, well, that is until they miked me up and I had to go do my segment. The ice cube then proceeded to melt. I became a bundle of nerves. It was a weird feeling. I was a bundle of nerves, but at the same time, it was an awesome feeling to be doing something I loved, sports. I can’t wait to go through it all again.
I’ve learned a valuable lesson about the world of news production using broadcast journalism-the work may not always be fun, but it’s always fun at work.
I have enjoyed every second of the last week at the studio. It has been tough though.
Broadcast journalism always pushes you to your physical and mental limit, cramming craploads of information into a 30 minute live broadcast and meeting a new deadline every hour of the day…but…I love it.
Since I couldn’t figure out how create a blog post on my stupid smart phone two days ago, I will be filling you all in on my adventures I had that day at NBC.
My alarm went off at 5:53 a.m. I sluggishly got up and ate the only source of nutrition in my room: Corn Nuts. After furiously throwing together an outfit (complete with heels), and applying makeup for about 30 minutes, I ran out the door, unaware of the plans for the day ahead of me.
I chose to go out “to the field” with Rory Devine, a reporter at the NBC 7 station. We drove in a SUV to a middle school, unsure if we’d even find the music teacher we were looking for. Just our luck, we discovered the teacher while she was directing a summer music program in the theatre. The journalism gods were on our side that day. Rory interviewed the teacher and some of the kids while I stayed close to her side: taking notes of everything. I even got to ask the teacher a few questions myself. After we finished the story and arrived back at NBC, I plopped down in Rory’s chair, and began working on my own story for our student-run newscast. At 4 p.m sharp, I turned on channel 7 to watch the news. Sure enough, there was Rory as anchor, delivering the story we had just covered. At that moment, I realized how amazing this workshop was. I felt so much older, so much more involved, and so much more mature (much of that is thanks to my snazzy NBC badge). But I also felt like I had finally had my taste of broadcast journalism. This experience with Rory gave me a whole new perspective on reporting. It’s hard work. It’s stressful. It’s demanding. However, it’s extremely rewarding. I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend this week. Unless of course this workshop took place in Hawai’i…