On this merry Christmas night…

So on this Christmas Eve eve, I decided to take a look back at this time last year. I decided to do a little soul-searching and think about everything that 2012 has brought me. This is what I found.

2012 brought me to my ideal job AND proved that I’m now on the right path. 2012 brought me 4 months in a real-life professional newsroom. It helped me cement myself in the School Of Communications. 2012 also brought with it opportunity. I learned A TON of stuff from a ton of people and befriended people I never expected to. It was a hell of a ride and I loved every minute of it.

And it all started back on December 6, 2011, when I visited FOX CT/The Hartford Courant and fell in love with everything inside that building. And this year, I got to go with 4 first-year members to FOX. I could see in their faces how amazed/intimidated/bowled over they were. And I remembered how just one year ago, I had that same expression. It was definitely the best way I could close out my semester.

Now it’s time to settle my brain for a long winter’s nap.

Merry Christmas! ^_^

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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.

The future of journalism…?

I found a ton of articles this week related to reporters having less to write as more and more people and brands turn to social media instead of journalism-driven media like TV, radio and newspapers.

I don’t approve of this. I want to have a job when I graduate but if there aren’t any reporter jobs out there, well, I just wasted $160,000 and four years of my life on a useless degree in journalism. Lovely.

Well, I could always get a job as a singing waitress…

In other news, I got a package in the mail room on Friday. But Friday was a disaster and a half, so I didn’t check. But I will in the morning…BECAUSE IT MIGHT BE MY HAT. *happy dance*

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. ^_^

It’s like they’re TRYING to make me hate them.

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Journalist DISAPPROVES.

Ignored my request for press credentials, ignored my multiple emails/tweets/messages/phone calls and then revoke my ticket the NIGHT BEFORE THE EVENT? Yes, this how you deal with a reporter. Good job.

While that’s infuriating, finding out that you guys allegedly did this to multiple Democrat/Independent voters scheduled to attend this “open to the public town hall” is downright DISGUSTING.

Seriously, if you’re looking for bad press, this reporter will be HAPPY to give it to you. You get one more shot, Romney-Ryan 2012. 3 strikes, you’re out.

On another note, I’ve been credentialed into 2 Obama-Biden events this summer. They’ve spoken specifically on college kids and student loans. I have tons of footage and pictures of both Pres. Obama’s event in Windham on the 18th and the First Lady’s visit to Manchester on August 2nd.

This “summer campaign recap” package is gonna be FUN to write. -_-

And it looks like I may have a bigger story to work on anyway.

Love what you have/And you’ll have more love

So I was supposed to watch a live shot from Nashua. It didn’t work out. And that was okay. BECAUSE – I’ll be spending the last night of my internship in the newsroom – where I feel like I should be. I was scared before that I wouldn’t get to say goodbye properly (which is dumb, I know) but now I’m here. Of course, now I’m scared that I’m going to cry, but we’ll deal with that when it gets here. Which hopefully…ya know…won’t happen.