Not exactly journalism related, but…


Not exactly journalism related, but...

My friend started this a year ago because he was bored. It’s grown to 13 likes and 2,985 comments. Social media TO THE EXTREME.


What happened here?

Okay. I was re-watching the series premiere of The Newsroom, (totally worth it, by the way) and I decided that even though this is a journalism blog, I can post other stuff too.

And I also decided that after 19 years of political silence, I’m entitled to a Sorkin-esque rant. Just one. So after “The Newsroom” and the debates, I have something to say.

This is your disclaimer – I’m about to go all “politics-y” on you. And if you’re easily offended, stop reading RIGHT NOW. Because the ranting begins right here, right meow. (I know what said.)

Okay. First off:

America. What the hell. You’re losing it. You hate anyone who isn’t the same “party” as you and you beat your chests and shout about how awesome America is. Well, I love living here. I have more freedom here than I probably would anywhere else. But we’re not always right. We don’t always do things in the right way. Here are some proofs.

One – the tea partiers. Who let these psychos in? How dare you state that women are less than you? Or blacks? You frighten me. And who the hell thought it was a good idea to let you into the government? To give you any power at all over the rest of us?

Two – I don’t care what party you are, but seriously, what the hell is wrong with you that you’re so convinced that everyone who doesn’t side with you is wrong? Have you lost all sense of cooperation? All sense of “both sides now”? These things are important in regular life, are they not important when running a country?

Am I lucky to live here? Absolutely. Am I proud of our nation and what we’ve done and where we are and what the rest of the world thinks of us? Absolutely not. Am I proud to identify with the leaders of our country and what they do and how they interact with the world? Usually no.

Am I proud of my fellow Americans and how we conduct ourselves on the world stage? Again, usually no.

Were we once awesome? Were we once a beacon of warmth and strength and helpfulness? Yes. But that’s not who we are anymore. People from other countries look at us and laugh.

Can we get back there? Absolutely. If we stop acting like small children and start putting others’ interests above our own. If we focus on working together instead of fighting. If we compromise instead of demand all-or-nothing. We can get there if we try.

Problem is, trying takes work. And most Americans really don’t want to do work.

It’s hard to keep a straight face when I just want to smile

So I have to start consistently blogging for my Intro to Social Media class. I’m excited, because this means I can talk about social media and journalism, which makes me happy.

What makes me even more happy is the fact that my internship coordinator will consider me if I want to go back next summer AND they’ll eventually send me a WMUR baseball cap (with a giant 9 on it) and so I’m just waiting for the email that says I have a package and I’ll explode with happy. ^_^

Trial By Fire…?

For the past two years, I’ve been calling myself a “reporter”.

Tomorrow, I’ve got to put my money where my mouth is.

I’m going – alone – to a campaign event with the First Lady of the United States. And I’ve got my own media credentials. And I’m putting together my own story for the student station. Editing. Tracking. Filming. Everything. All on my own.

I guess tomorrow night we’ll find out just how much of a “reporter” I am.

Learning to Love

The title might be misleading.

You see, I’m learning to love someone in particular. The one person who has always been, in my eyes, unlovable.

That person is me.

My entire life, I was convinced that I was nothing – unimportant, unwanted and unlovable. I was convinced I wasn’t pretty, and wasn’t good at anything I wanted to do. I was always social and (seemingly) confident, which stemmed from a real desire to make other people happy and make other people like me. I didn’t care how happy I was – just that the people around me were happy.

As I began to see myself as others did, I was very susceptible to bullying and the depression that goes with it. And I dealt with that a lot.

I was bullied right up to my senior year, and only got some relief after I moved out of state to go to college. I could be anyone I wanted at that school because no one else from my graduating class was going there.

And I began to change once I arrived. The school was situated in such a place that I had to do a lot more walking than I was used to – and that led me to start losing weight, which was awesome.

As that happened, I became more comfortable wearing tighter, more unique outfits. And I stopped wearing makeup because it was just too much to deal with before class – especially early morning classes.

And eventually, I grew to (kinda) like the girl I saw in the dorm room mirror. Which was really something special.

And today I got contact lenses, allowing me to interact with the world WITHOUT a big purple thing on my face.

And as I did my makeup before heading into the newsroom, I thought to myself, “Wow, she’s actually really pretty. I’M actually quite pretty!”

Finally considering myself pretty after 19 years MADE MY DAY.