Every now and again I overhear people discussing potential projects they want to take on. They feel as though they need to begin something new and completely separate from their every day schedule and life to make life more meaningful...
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Production Day
Tuesday's are the infamous deadline day. The newsroom is full of editors, reporters, photographers and our advisers. It's not easy, that's for sure, but it's rewarding.
After recent changes, the overall production of the paper seems to be moving forward slightly faster. All very good news. It comes down to keeping the mood in the room light and fun while maintaining integrity to finishing the pages.
With only two hours away from deadline, one page is left to be completed. I'm impressed with everyone. We constantly give shout-outs to one another, but everyone pulls their own weight and comes together to produce a piece of work that we can all be proud of.
As we get older, it seems that working together and this idea of a team is harder to construct and maintain. Somewhere along the road between being a kid and becoming an adult, a new mentally is born. People become needy and make everything about them. That shouldn't be the reality we live into. That's only not powerful, but no one will be enrolled in what you have going on in your life.
Including others and learning to remain flexible and calm are key. Listening and hearing are just as important, if not the most important. For every one person, there can be a handful of meanings to one statement.
Take the time to make sure the people around you have been heard. Take the time to listen and ask what more you can do. Take on the role of leadership and create leaders around you. Operate as a whole and not as individuals each trying to succeed. Have one goal in mind and don't be afraid to fail.
"Trying is having the intent to fail. You have to say 'just do it.'" — I Love You, Man
After recent changes, the overall production of the paper seems to be moving forward slightly faster. All very good news. It comes down to keeping the mood in the room light and fun while maintaining integrity to finishing the pages.
With only two hours away from deadline, one page is left to be completed. I'm impressed with everyone. We constantly give shout-outs to one another, but everyone pulls their own weight and comes together to produce a piece of work that we can all be proud of.
As we get older, it seems that working together and this idea of a team is harder to construct and maintain. Somewhere along the road between being a kid and becoming an adult, a new mentally is born. People become needy and make everything about them. That shouldn't be the reality we live into. That's only not powerful, but no one will be enrolled in what you have going on in your life.
Including others and learning to remain flexible and calm are key. Listening and hearing are just as important, if not the most important. For every one person, there can be a handful of meanings to one statement.
Take the time to make sure the people around you have been heard. Take the time to listen and ask what more you can do. Take on the role of leadership and create leaders around you. Operate as a whole and not as individuals each trying to succeed. Have one goal in mind and don't be afraid to fail.
"Trying is having the intent to fail. You have to say 'just do it.'" — I Love You, Man
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Behind Closed Doors
Well, I came to realize that in a school with more than 22,000 students plus faculty and staff, students outside of the Media Arts Department do not have an understanding of what goes on behind the closed doors of the newsroom.
First, I want to reiterate a very important fact that an advisor to the Roundup continuously points out to staff members at Pierce College. The paper is 100 percent student-run. This means that the stories and photographs are chosen by student editors and the professors/advisors have no editing rights until after the issue comes to print.
So...
First, I want to reiterate a very important fact that an advisor to the Roundup continuously points out to staff members at Pierce College. The paper is 100 percent student-run. This means that the stories and photographs are chosen by student editors and the professors/advisors have no editing rights until after the issue comes to print.
So...
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
A Mother-Daughter Kind of Thang
EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!
Before I get to the news that made my day/week/year/life let me give you some context. For those of you who are my new followers and for those of you who don't know me too well, writing used to be a terrifying assignment for me. I was never taught how to write well. Year after year my teachers taught the same thing.
Object. Subject. Verb.
No one taught me how to write in a structure that would help all my thoughts be focused. My parents and teachers all said the same thing to me. "You have great ideas, but your paper is very scattered."
Fast forward to yesterday. My mom is going back to school to earn her Ph.D. She had a midterm paper due today for a Freud class she is taking. This is the email I received yesterday:
Hi!
OKAY! First, she signed it Briar. That's her name but to me she is Mommy. That made me laugh. Anyways, the real miracle here is that she came to me for help. After I was done editing her paper we spoke on the phone. When we were done she said she was "grateful for my editorial mind."
Life really doesn't get any better for a mother-daughter relationship when your mom turns to you for help when in the past it was the biggest hurdle for the both of us; Me with writing the assignment and her staying up past midnight to help me edit it (a.k.a. redoing the paper).
That's all for now folks!
Before I get to the news that made my day/week/year/life let me give you some context. For those of you who are my new followers and for those of you who don't know me too well, writing used to be a terrifying assignment for me. I was never taught how to write well. Year after year my teachers taught the same thing.
Object. Subject. Verb.
No one taught me how to write in a structure that would help all my thoughts be focused. My parents and teachers all said the same thing to me. "You have great ideas, but your paper is very scattered."
Fast forward to yesterday. My mom is going back to school to earn her Ph.D. She had a midterm paper due today for a Freud class she is taking. This is the email I received yesterday:
Hi!
I finally finished my midterm and thought you might be willing to give it a look and let me know if there's anymore editing I should do. It's supposed to be 3-5 pages and highlight some of the ideas we've touched on this quarter in Freud with our case material. It is supposed to show that we understand the concepts we are learning about.
I'd love your feedback before I print it tonight, otherwise, we can talk about it another time, and I'll print it anyways. I don't think I can look at it anymore (I'm smiling).
I love you,
Briar
OKAY! First, she signed it Briar. That's her name but to me she is Mommy. That made me laugh. Anyways, the real miracle here is that she came to me for help. After I was done editing her paper we spoke on the phone. When we were done she said she was "grateful for my editorial mind."
Life really doesn't get any better for a mother-daughter relationship when your mom turns to you for help when in the past it was the biggest hurdle for the both of us; Me with writing the assignment and her staying up past midnight to help me edit it (a.k.a. redoing the paper).
That's all for now folks!
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Judaism, Philosophy, Communications and Journalism
My majors!
Since coming home I have changed my mind several times. However, I have chosen a journalism major and I have yet to change my mind since last year. I struggled to find my way to this point and my journey was anything but easy.
In second grade, I was diagnosed with a learning disorder, a form of dyslexia is what the doctors said. I process information slower than others and it becomes mashed up in my head. For example, with standardized tests I will read my options, A, B, C and D. When I process my options, my brain says C, A, D and B. As you can see and probably have already assumed, testing was never and will never be my strong suit. It is so unfortunate for people like me to take tests such as the SAT, ACT, ERB, CAHSEE, etc and be graded as that result.
That's one part of the story. The second, and perhaps most difficult aspect I had to struggle with was my writing style and technique. All my life I have been told that I had great ideas and thoughts but that I was very unorganized in my writing. I slowly began to give up my love for storytelling because I had made meaning out of being a bad organizer. I made it mean that I couldn't be fixed or changed and so there is no point in trying. Plus the endless hours of staying up late in middle school with my mom correcting essays didn't help. No one ever encouraged me to learn to write properly until Dr. Richard Follett, my English professor.
I took his English 28 course which re-teaches students the basics of a proper writing format. I remember my first assignment. I had finished typing up my final draft and my first thought was to email it to my mom to look over and edit. For the first time in my life I stood up against my scared self and didn't do it. I turned it right into Dr. Follett. The next week I received an A on the assignment. In fact, the lowest grade I received in his class was an A-.
The momentum didn't stop there. The following semester I enrolled in a Journalism 100 and a Journalism 101 course to fulfill the requirements for my undergraduate units for communications major. Those classes opened up a whole new world to me. It was better than Jasmine's carpet ride. I was able to write and rewrite stories, grasp history in a media perspective and even was published, twice. My professors saw something in me that Dr. Follett saw in me the semester before. I was being seen as more than a student. They saw me as a writer. I went on to finish the semester earning a first place award for one of my published articles. I was honored, and I still am.
By the end of February 2009 (only one month into that semester) I was a journalism major.
Fast forward to August 2009.
I had one more week left of my summer break when I received an email from the Editor-in-Chief to be at my school's newspaper. He had contacted to me to ask if I wanted to be the future Feature's Editor. I was hesitant and nervous. My palms had already begin to sweat, my stomach was in knots and my head was pounding. What if I failed? What if my pages were blank by the time we go to print? What if I can't find a good story? Will I be any good? Despite it all, I said yes.
The semester flew by and I did it. At our end of the semester banquet I received two first place awards, two second place awards and an honorable mention for my writing and page designs.
So what's next? I ran for Editor-in-Chief for the spring semester and lost. I was up against a reporter and the current EIC. The reporter won. I was saddened and hurt. I felt as though I had worked hard and that my efforts went unnoticed. It turns out that my outside life was too busy and the panel thought I was better suited to be Managing Editor.
Not bad, eh? So you are reading the current Managing Editor's blog! I am excited. We have a great team in tow and it's going to be an interesting and exciting adventure.
And just so you all know-- my life doesn't revolve around the newsroom, although that sounds amazing! I nanny part time, I am in a committed full-time relationship and always make room my friends and family.
Good night!
Since coming home I have changed my mind several times. However, I have chosen a journalism major and I have yet to change my mind since last year. I struggled to find my way to this point and my journey was anything but easy.
In second grade, I was diagnosed with a learning disorder, a form of dyslexia is what the doctors said. I process information slower than others and it becomes mashed up in my head. For example, with standardized tests I will read my options, A, B, C and D. When I process my options, my brain says C, A, D and B. As you can see and probably have already assumed, testing was never and will never be my strong suit. It is so unfortunate for people like me to take tests such as the SAT, ACT, ERB, CAHSEE, etc and be graded as that result.
That's one part of the story. The second, and perhaps most difficult aspect I had to struggle with was my writing style and technique. All my life I have been told that I had great ideas and thoughts but that I was very unorganized in my writing. I slowly began to give up my love for storytelling because I had made meaning out of being a bad organizer. I made it mean that I couldn't be fixed or changed and so there is no point in trying. Plus the endless hours of staying up late in middle school with my mom correcting essays didn't help. No one ever encouraged me to learn to write properly until Dr. Richard Follett, my English professor.
I took his English 28 course which re-teaches students the basics of a proper writing format. I remember my first assignment. I had finished typing up my final draft and my first thought was to email it to my mom to look over and edit. For the first time in my life I stood up against my scared self and didn't do it. I turned it right into Dr. Follett. The next week I received an A on the assignment. In fact, the lowest grade I received in his class was an A-.
The momentum didn't stop there. The following semester I enrolled in a Journalism 100 and a Journalism 101 course to fulfill the requirements for my undergraduate units for communications major. Those classes opened up a whole new world to me. It was better than Jasmine's carpet ride. I was able to write and rewrite stories, grasp history in a media perspective and even was published, twice. My professors saw something in me that Dr. Follett saw in me the semester before. I was being seen as more than a student. They saw me as a writer. I went on to finish the semester earning a first place award for one of my published articles. I was honored, and I still am.
By the end of February 2009 (only one month into that semester) I was a journalism major.
Fast forward to August 2009.
I had one more week left of my summer break when I received an email from the Editor-in-Chief to be at my school's newspaper. He had contacted to me to ask if I wanted to be the future Feature's Editor. I was hesitant and nervous. My palms had already begin to sweat, my stomach was in knots and my head was pounding. What if I failed? What if my pages were blank by the time we go to print? What if I can't find a good story? Will I be any good? Despite it all, I said yes.
The semester flew by and I did it. At our end of the semester banquet I received two first place awards, two second place awards and an honorable mention for my writing and page designs.
So what's next? I ran for Editor-in-Chief for the spring semester and lost. I was up against a reporter and the current EIC. The reporter won. I was saddened and hurt. I felt as though I had worked hard and that my efforts went unnoticed. It turns out that my outside life was too busy and the panel thought I was better suited to be Managing Editor.
Not bad, eh? So you are reading the current Managing Editor's blog! I am excited. We have a great team in tow and it's going to be an interesting and exciting adventure.
And just so you all know-- my life doesn't revolve around the newsroom, although that sounds amazing! I nanny part time, I am in a committed full-time relationship and always make room my friends and family.
Good night!
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