I’ve arrived in this phase of school where I hear everyone complain about stress. I’ve heard people about having stress attacks, I’ve heard people about extreme crying moods and unfortunately, I’m not that different. I got a lot of stress as well.
Ik heb een discipline van “kus m’n gat.” De ene keer post ik wel, de andere keer post ik niet, en dat is niet de bedoeling, zeker niet als een journalistiek student die eigenlijk beter zou moeten weten.
Vaak waren verschillende dingen hierbij het geval. School was gewoon te druk -en het HBO is super druk, geloof me- of ik was in een luie bui.
Aangezien ik dit blog voor een schoolopdracht wil gebruiken, moet er toch meer regelmaat in mijn posts komen, en daarom wil ik het volgende gaan proberen in te voeren.
Throwing yourself out in the world… It is kinda scary. Sometimes terrifying.
Since a few people from my editorial group had the guts to throw themselves out in the world, I decided to do that for myself as well. It’s not the same, but… Do you know that moment when you have to give a presentation, and you rather do it in front of people you don’t know, instead of your own parents?
Yeah, that feeling.
I had already started this blog in july 2016, after my high school exams, and where it lacked me of a certain “discipline” quiet often (and it probably still will), I did not post a lot, and even the thought of putting this blog on Facebook gave me goosebumps.
It felt like throwing my opinion about every single person in the world on Facebook. Blegh.
My life has never been more busy then right now.
I have not written a post on this blog for a while, not without reason. School is literally eating my time right now -especially studying for my finals,- and I barely have time to do something else then studying, and working on journalism projects.
When you ask someone from a small village what there is to love about train stations, they’ll probably won’t know an answer. It is just a silly thing for transport, why would they bother?
For me, there is a certain joy in these places of movement.
Travellers, who run up and down, in a hurry, and a lonely piano man playing a song.
That certain moment you walk down a stairs, and all these feelings overflow you.
The smell of a fresh baked chocolate chip cookie, next to an iced tea from the Starbucks.
That is what I enjoy so much about train stations.
People who never take the train… Oh boy. They don’t have a clue.
I. Friggin. HATE. Crashing. My. Deadline.
Well well well. The third week task arrived, and before I continue telling you about how that went (I had to write for my life, but more about that later), there is something I need to explain.
“Sit right up, hands above the table, and smile.”
We’re a few weeks into the school year right now, and honestly, I’m starting to like it more and more. The classes are getting better, and living in a student home is starting to feel more like I have been doing this my entire life.
In my editorial group, there is nothing to be seen about competition, but everything is about acting as a team, especially today.
Today, we had our first class in the TV-studio, where we made our first news broadcast, and can you guess? This girl was one of the news report hosts 🙂
DO NOT TAKE THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE PERSONAL.
“Today you get to be real journalists.
Get out on the streets, and find yourselves some street news!”
At my school for journalism, we had our first day task this week.
Each project we need to do exists out of day tasks, task where we need to act like real journalists, to get to our final product.
The goal was to write a news article about local news, which was way more difficult then it sounds.
“Being a journalist is one of the most powerful jobs you will ever find, because a journalist has the power to shape people and events in front of a public.”
It was something like this the guy from my journalism studies class has said this morning, and I totally agree with him.
Today, I have been three days into my study of journalism, and honestly, I am starting to like it more with every minute that passes.
So, since I’m starting my study in journalism, I’m starting a special series on my blog: Diary of a journalist to be.
I am a great fan of Grey’s anatomy, and (for those of you who don’t watch it), the series is most of all (in the first seasons) about how big of a battle it is to become a famous surgeon.
What many people don’t know, is that it works the same for people who want to become a journalist. If you don’t get your points, you’re out of the journalism academy. If you fail, they will say goodbye to you.
When the year is over, a bunch of people will have vanished from the academy.
So, do journalists differ a lot from the greys anatomy doctors?
Absolutely not. Perfect reason to write a series about it, right?