Yesterday was quite hectic. After my morning class I headed into Boston to do an interview with a friend of mine who is a journalism major at Northeastern University. I had just half a day to go into Boston, get the story, come back, and edit it. Gotta love deadlines.
In a cute little Italian Cafe in the North End I interviewed Laura about the obstacles she is facing now, if she is afraid of the future, and what qualities journalism students need to set themselves apart from the competition. She answered these questions among others with great honesty and expressed her love for the field of journalism.
My favorite part of the interview was listening to her talk about the latest story she wrote for one of her classes. She went to a speech at BC that was given by some Catholic nuns. They are feminists, who want to be priests, but they belong to a church that won't let them. Laura loved listening to the speech because she found a personal connection with it and went back to her room to write a great story that just flowed out of her. Then yesterday she discovered she got a C on the story and was disappointed.
We all know that feeling of getting a grade back that you were expecting to be great, but when you look at the letter grade on the paper you worked so hard to write, a pit forms in the bottom of your stomach. It's part shock, part nerves, part anxiety all wrapped into one. However, it's not the end of the world. We are still learning and have a long way to go. It goes to show that sometimes the stories we love to write are not always our best work.
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