I was in the office for an hour. That hour I got to know some of the staff writers and my desk before being flung into a story. I wasn’t sure if it was going to turn into anything at first. Then, I kept talking to my source hearing her story and finding out more information. By noon I had filed it. I continued to update it with any more information I had. But man, did it feel good to have my first story under my belt right away on the first day, and within the first few hours.
I made a promise to myself at some point during the year to blog about what I was doing in the realm of student media, or my thoughts about journalism in general, but somewhere around the first issue of The Times-Delphic, I got distracted by deadlines, assignments and any other excuses I could make up. I was no longer getting graded for blogging, so it fell by the wayside.
In just over a week, I will begin the journey of a lifetime; a journey I cannot wait to embark on.
“Syllabus Week” is over. The first two editions of the paper have been sent to the printers and Beyonce caused a power outage. The first week of a semester can be stressful, add in a campus publication, a flurry of meetings and starting the plans for a 56-page edition of said publication; well you’ve got a mess.
A wonderful, hot mess. Today the office was stressful, but you know, that’s how it goes in student media sometimes. You have to roll with the punches, or in my case the pronoun-antecedent non-agreements and the Oxford commas.
It comes with the territory. I know what I’m getting into every week. Tuesdays at 5 p.m. I’m in Meredith Hall 124 for the night. I bring my supper. I make a pot of coffee and just wait. I wait for the pages to come in. The questions to be asked and the pens to be thrown at my desk (my telltale sign of frustration). As frustrating as it can be I wouldn’t trade my time in that office for the world. The friendships I’ve made over the past three years and the bonds I’m creating are consistently surprising. The people you meet in student media are some of the nicest, most sarcastic and real people you’ll meet during your college career.
I’m thankful for the people I have in my newsroom. They’re the ones who make fun of me for having a red pen explode on me and get all over my hand. They’re the ones who make the late nights worth it.
With my semester jam-packed with 16 credits and the pending Relays Edition induced stress binge I couldn’t be more thankful for my fellow editors and reporters.
Well, 2012 is officially over. I think this because every calendar I own keeps reminding me. Last year was pretty eventful in many ways. I spent a lot of it in a newsroom with a staff of wonderful colleagues at Drake. For the first time I lived away from my parents for more than 9 months of the year. I spent maybe two months back in Minnesota. They were wonderful months, but as I once told a good friend: “Minnesota has my heart, but Iowa has my vote.” Which means, I prefer to be in Iowa for the most part.
Well, I’ve finished a year of being the editor-in-chief of the Drake University newspaper, The Times-Delphic. It’s been a long process, but I’ve loved it. I’ll write a full reflection later this week, but for now, my post will be an editorial I wrote for the end of this semester that never got published, and well, I can’t put it on the publication’s website because it’s down at the moment (I knocked it offline to redo the design/do some maintenance). I wrote this for the last issue of the semester, but as it came to be, we didn’t have enough room (our ads team sold a lot of ads). Anyway, I didn’t want it take up space in our DropBox folder anymore so I decided to just post it here.
It’s taken me awhile to figure it out. Really though, it all boils down to one situation.
This summer has been an intense one for me. It started with being an Orientation Leader for the incoming first-year students. Then, as soon as I finished my duties there, I began the intense work of restructuring The Times-Delphic.
I have never been more excited to start my school year. Last year was more than I could handle. I was thrown into a position I had not transitioned into, nor anticipated being in until well…right now. Media-wise, my sophomore year was tough. For awhile, I never thought I was going to be where I am right now.
I’m Lauren Horsch, and I’m the editor-in-chief of The Times-Delphic. I’ve been saying that for months now, but truly, now, it hits me more than ever. I’ve never felt more sure of myself while still having so many questions left. How is this year going to go? Can we accomplish all of our goals? What are our goals? Is campus going to be receptive to the changes I’ve made to the publication? Is the staff going to handle the changes?
It’s a lot to think about. But as the start of school nears, I’m sure of what I’m doing. The paper has been redesigned. The handbook has been drafted and is waiting for approval. Meetings have been scheduled. Story ideas have been generated and the staff is almost ready.
And I’m ready. That’s important right?
It’s the week from hell — That’s right, the week before The Times-Delphic Relays Edition comes out. The monster of a 56-page issue is always a scary task to take on. With one week until the edition hits stands at Drake University, it’s crunch time for me and the rest of the staff in Meredith 124. To get through the week, I’m going to have to rely on a lot of things, but today, I’m compiling the top 5 things that will get me through this week (or any other week I have intense deadlines):
There’s a photo of me that my mother took. I’m probably about 2-years-old and wearing a diaper. I’m in front of the television, and on the screen you can see a news anchor speaking.
That was 18 years ago. At this moment, I am once again sitting in front of a television. This time though, I’m alone in my apartment wearing sweatpants and a v-neck T-shirt. I’m tuned to CNN and watching the network break the news at Penn State. I don’t even like sports or barely know who Joe Paterno is, but I’m still glued to it. Just as I would have been at the age of two.
I’ve been making a lot of life decisions lately. I think it all stemmed from a conversation I had with my mother a few nights ago.
As we were talking about life and everything like that she sneaks in: “Oh, by the way, you have some legal papers here.” I asked her what they were about.
Then she dropped the bomb on me.
“They’re guardianship papers, just incase your father and I die. You’d be the one who would take care of your brother.”