Week one of my internship is done! Well it finished last week and then I took a little break with my cousins so… yeah… besides that…
Week one is done and it was crazy. If you didn’t read my last post, you are missing out on a free chance to laugh at my utter confusion.
A lot of things happened last week. And I had to learn. Fast.
The biggest thing was that the Senate “dropped the budget.” It’s like dropping the bass except for old, white men.
Party in the Senate!
After releasing their proposed budget, everyone started freaking out. Apparently, it’s one of the craziest budgets we have seen in years. It’s safe to say that everyone was a bit stressed.
Explains the mood Thursday fairly well.
I was more confused than stressed. I mean, I’m still figuring out where the bathroom is. Which, by the way, took me 10 minutes to find last week. I bet GPS couldn’t have helped me either.
I do this all the time. I fail.
I was then given the task to analyze the budget and write down quick summaries for each section that effects health care or is science related. This is when I realized that politicians like to make things super complicated for no reason what so ever. Trying to decipher dense political lingo is not fun or easy — okay, me listening to rap music while doing this probably didn’t make my job easier.
After a week of running around, I learned a lot of things:
1. Reporters swear like crazy. To say I was shocked when my boss yelled the F-word for forgetting a pen would be an understatement. The newsroom is actually a really funny place. I’ve gotten used to it and now, when I hear them, I start to giggle. My boss finds this funny.
2. Politicians are actually nice. Okay… sometimes. Some politicians actually are willing to talk to the press. Who would have thought! The woman who I basically stalked my first day (from my last post)? She always comes up to me now and asks me how I’m doing and just talks to me! Yay friends!
3. Call reporters by their first name. My boss is still trying to get me to do this one. I learned to always use Mr./Mrs. when I talk to someone older than me, but here in the newsroom, everyone is equal. It feels weird, especially since I’m the new 21-year-old intern working with seasoned reporters from all over the state.
4. Hide your food. We share a common fridge and microwave in the press room and from what I’ve heard, if there is food laying around, it will be gone. Now this hasn’t happened to me yet (maybe they are scared off by my odd looking Indian food) but I have seen a reporter take some snacks from another’s desk drawer. To quote the famous words of Antoine Dodson:
But really. Hide your food.
5. Work on multiple stories at once. You never know when a story will fall through or a source won’t call you back. Now it might sound difficult, but even after a week, I’ve learned how to balance four or five stories at once. Now, that doesn’t mean write all five at once. It means to make the phone calls. Do the background work. Meet the right people. So when you are ready to write the story, you already have everything set up!
There are probably more things that I learned but my mind is blanking right now. This is probably because I haven’t had my coffee yet…