This profession and me have a love hate relationship. I hate it a lot of the time, but after all the stress and all the hair pulling, i see my byline in the paper and i am pleased.
I dunno if i am going to do this forever but today i feel i CAN do this. I just flip back and forthon that everyday but today i feel i can be a good journalist and i am motivated.
Tomorrow i am gonna want to quit and go to law school instead. But i will be back here next time one of my stories is published.
I was so upset that one of my stories was assigned to someone else. It was my story, my idea, my beat. International students. The story was international students surviving in this city without cars or public transportation. I had a major Test Tuesday night. They wanted it for Wednesday's paper, due Tuesday at four. I offered to submit it the next day. They gave it to someone else. I was crushed.
That was my baby you know? My beat, international students, is my baby and i nurture it. It is almost like having someone come in and raise your baby. I am passionate about international students and their woes and joys and all. I am one and i love writing about people like me. So when a story that is mine, goes to someone else and has their byline on it and they are covering and looking after my babies (the international students and their offices) i am upset and i feel i let them down.
Is that sad? I am supposed to be the in house expert on my beat. So if i miss something and don't cover it the way i feel it should be covered, it is not good.
Rant over.
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