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Day Two at the High School Journalism InstituteThe day began with an early breakfast of a banana, cereal and– don’t tell my mom– a donut. After eating, it was time to report to Ernie Pyle for a lecture entitled “Why Are E-mail and Facebook Lame Ways to Interview?” The lecture reexamined the process of conducting a successful interview while adding new “tips of the trade”, if you will.
The only complaint for this session was the twenty-minute interview students were asked to view, which I found somewhat drawn out. This being said, I did have a mocha frappuccino before attending the lecture, and caffeine does not sit well with me. Once again, this is information that should remain undisclosed to my mother.
After the lecture, we attended small-group sessions back in the Teter building. Lori showed us all the magic of story-webbing and how it is the key to the metaphorical door of thought. If you get my drift. There was also more candy. And candy certainly improves my participation in the classroom. A study on this should be conducted so that every classroom in the state might someday be privileged enough to have fruit-flavored Tootsie rolls on the front desk.
At lunch today, I had fruit salad and a taco salad (Look at all the salad! Mom, if only you could see me now). When I finished eating, I made my way over to the “Lunch With a Pro” session. This is a nifty little feature at the camp that allows the students to meet with professional journalists at lunch, who impart interesting information upon young journalists and are incredibly helpful. They can do all sorts of wonderful things, such as educate a teenage girl as to how she can be a journalist for a living despite her father’s dissuasion (cough, cough).
I found myself back in Teter F255 after lunch for another lesson, cleverly named “Why Can’t We Publish That?” explaining the laws and ethics of journalism. There were all sorts of rules and regulations that many of us didn’t previously know or understand. For example, I was not aware that journalists could use profanity in their writing. Not that I would ever use any @%#$@&% language in my writing. That is definitely below me.
Small groups met again and my class was assigned homework. We were asked to write a story with sources and visuals and have it ready by the following day. My topic? Sexting and inappropriate information to post on social networking websites. As one can imagine, this is a current topic that already has many resources available. I even found a website that tracks sexual offenders by neighborhoods and areas. Against my better judgment, I entered my address and was rather disturbed to see so many red, white, and green dots within miles of my house. Thoroughly creeped out, I finished my paper and scurried back to the dorm where I curled into a ball and rocked back and forth for a while.
Once I felt secure, I decided to tag along with the group to Kirkwood. It would be an adventure, since I didn’t even know where Kirkwood was. On the way, my colleagues and I enjoyed the gorgeous scenery of the campus. A wide sidewalk winds through a grassy area covered by a canopy of trees. A small, shimmering creek trickles through the middle and park benches are scattered about. It is the kind of scenery that makes me wish I was a photographer just so I could capture the moment. There were also numerous buildings beautifully crafted from a warm, tan stone. One building in particular caught my eye. On its roof sat a wicked stone gargoyle holding a shield bearing the letters I and U. I also caught a glimpse of Beck Chapel, a charming cottage-looking building with stained glass windows and a small cemetery in the back. We finally reached Kirkwood, which turned out to be a long street with shops on either side. Being the bookworm that I am, I went first to the public library for the used book sale. There were many other interesting stores to visit that sold everything from clothes to incense. I was extremely pleased with Kirkwood and look forward to returning when I have the time.
At 7:00 p.m., there was another class (“How Do We Choose Effective Photos?”) at the Ernie Pyle building, which I finally managed to pronounce correctly. This lecture concluded my second day’s instruction. Shortly afterward, I chose to visit the Herman B Wells Library and work on some extra writing (i.e. this entry) until I realized that it was 9:52 and I hadn’t eaten dinner. Considering everything within walking distance was closed, I was forced to survive on milk and jellybeans which I had smuggled into my room shortly after lunch. Hopefully I will survive until morning.
Your Faithful Reporter, Kelsey
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