Not unlike the "25 things about me" Facebook phenomenon, the J694 blog entry topic on how we've all spent our day has caught on, and I'm using that topic in my blog entry for today. So, without further ado, here is my (journalism-filled) Thursday.
1. Luckily, my first Thursday class (this one, in fact) begins at 9:30, allowing me to sleep off the alcohol-fueled partying of the night before. By alcohol-fueled partying, I really mean night editing The Kansan until 12:30 a.m., then coming home and passing out.
2. In the online reporting class, I blush profusely as Kansan.com is praised while the LJ World and the Missourian are trashed in the weekly critique. I spent a week of slave labor at the Missourian last summer and have no love for it whatsoever.
3. After class ends, I meet with my group to go over our diabolical Web scheme, which I'm hoping will eventually entail espionage and cocktails. We make a game plan, the details of which I won't share here.
4. I have enough time to drop off my heavy items in the Box (i.e. the office I share with three other managing editors aka girls) and run upstairs to my magazine design class. This is a class I'm enjoying more as it goes on. The final product is an actual magazine prototype that we can use in interviews and submit in competition. My magazine is called Expedition, and it's a travel magazine for students loosely inspired by Budget Travel.
5. Magazine class ends, and it's off to the daily critique. I can't believe I missed the kicker error, the brief text error, the design mess-ups and the Associate Press byline style. Mentally berating myself, I pick up my books and head upstairs to Ethics.
6. I have to give a presentation in ethics about professional codes I've researched. I chose McGraw-Hill and Microsoft. Microsoft's code of ethics says nothing about global domination or evil; I'm suspicious.
7. When class finally ends, I head to the Underground to get some breadsticks so I don't pass out from low blood sugar. I e-mail my mother so she knows I'm still alive, and begin doing some busy work, like sending out that day's Web critique and getting my Cracked fix. Today's list is "If Valentine's Day Cards Told the Truth."
8. 4 p.m. meeting time. I listen as the campus and sports desks lay out their pages, secretly wondering if/how often the stacks will change before I leave for the night. I fill in the Web budget and tack it on the copy board.
9. We order in pizza before the Thursday reporting budget meetings. Mmm pizza.
10. It's budget meeting time. I take notes on each story and speak briefly with the Web staff about possible ideas. Occasionally I laugh at a glib comment made by McGeeney. When the meeting ends, I go back to the office, type out a few e-mails, hope people get back to me, and head out the door.
11. My roommate mentioned that her boyfriend would be spending the night, and I immediately notice evidence that he's there -- the damn toilet seat is up.
1. Luckily, my first Thursday class (this one, in fact) begins at 9:30, allowing me to sleep off the alcohol-fueled partying of the night before. By alcohol-fueled partying, I really mean night editing The Kansan until 12:30 a.m., then coming home and passing out.
2. In the online reporting class, I blush profusely as Kansan.com is praised while the LJ World and the Missourian are trashed in the weekly critique. I spent a week of slave labor at the Missourian last summer and have no love for it whatsoever.
3. After class ends, I meet with my group to go over our diabolical Web scheme, which I'm hoping will eventually entail espionage and cocktails. We make a game plan, the details of which I won't share here.
4. I have enough time to drop off my heavy items in the Box (i.e. the office I share with three other managing editors aka girls) and run upstairs to my magazine design class. This is a class I'm enjoying more as it goes on. The final product is an actual magazine prototype that we can use in interviews and submit in competition. My magazine is called Expedition, and it's a travel magazine for students loosely inspired by Budget Travel.
5. Magazine class ends, and it's off to the daily critique. I can't believe I missed the kicker error, the brief text error, the design mess-ups and the Associate Press byline style. Mentally berating myself, I pick up my books and head upstairs to Ethics.
6. I have to give a presentation in ethics about professional codes I've researched. I chose McGraw-Hill and Microsoft. Microsoft's code of ethics says nothing about global domination or evil; I'm suspicious.
7. When class finally ends, I head to the Underground to get some breadsticks so I don't pass out from low blood sugar. I e-mail my mother so she knows I'm still alive, and begin doing some busy work, like sending out that day's Web critique and getting my Cracked fix. Today's list is "If Valentine's Day Cards Told the Truth."
8. 4 p.m. meeting time. I listen as the campus and sports desks lay out their pages, secretly wondering if/how often the stacks will change before I leave for the night. I fill in the Web budget and tack it on the copy board.
9. We order in pizza before the Thursday reporting budget meetings. Mmm pizza.
10. It's budget meeting time. I take notes on each story and speak briefly with the Web staff about possible ideas. Occasionally I laugh at a glib comment made by McGeeney. When the meeting ends, I go back to the office, type out a few e-mails, hope people get back to me, and head out the door.
11. My roommate mentioned that her boyfriend would be spending the night, and I immediately notice evidence that he's there -- the damn toilet seat is up.
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