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Over the weekend, I sent in my resume for Murphy-Goode’sWine Country Lifestyle Correspondent position.
So, you’ve seen why I think I’d rock this dream job.
Now, I want to share some of my professional and personal references for this job in Sonoma County.
This is from Andrea James in Seattle, Washington. We graduated from the Medill School of Journalism at Northwestern University.
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I found this link on Romensko’s blog: NU still negotiating to open campus in Qatar – Campus.
There are some interesting changes underway at my alma mater. I happen like the idea of expanding the journalism program to the Middle East. The students would gain so much insight and experience in that part of the world — more so than reading about it in the Times or watching reports on CNN.
“O’Keefe confirmed that the contract has not been signed, and wrote that NU is still in discussions with the Qatar Foundation but more “definite news” might be available in October.
If a contract is signed, NU will open a school in Education City, a complex of campuses located in Doha, the capital of Qatar.” – from Daily Northwestern
I enjoyed taking advantage of our global journalism program at Medill. It was hard work but it gave me the chance to produce news and features for an international wire service in London. Mark and I are grateful for our European adventure.
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Typicaly family pix in front of the Northwestern sign on Chicago Ave…across the street from Burger King. I posted more pix on my chicago photoblog.
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finished my paper…had a delightful conversation with an English professor on soccer and globalization…he wrote about “football” but he doesn’t have a favorite team….
picked up Nick Hornby’s “Fever Pitch.” i didn’t get to use it for my paper…but I do like his writing…”About a Boy” was a great book…
listened to Cure’s “Friday, I’m in Love” on my way to school…that put me in a boppin’ mood…anything to stimulate energy. i feel tired. I also feel good.
i think about last Thursday night….I hug that memory close to me when I feel like I can’t survive this week….I’ve been in more stressful situations…but it’s been a while since I’ve put myself through too much work in too little time. Thinking about Thursday night helped.
I remember feeling time stood still when Mark kneeled before me….I remember feeling this bliss wash over me like the waves lapping by our side. It felt like the first time Mark confessed he liked me by the fountain at Ghirardelli square…but better….It felt like that first moment when he leaned into me for a kiss…that rush of hormones and sweetness….but better.
It was better because I knew Mark….I was free of any doubt or insecurities about my body and self. It was better because I knew I could trust him and believe in our future together.
It was better because we love each other and it felt so natural.
Ok…back to work.
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i’m ready to go to bed….
still need to write these headlines and anchor introductions…need to interview football fans and players for my global paper….need to write global paper…need to work on the schedule for work…i’m pooped.
wanna see what i look like with my warpaint?
This is for my final project…
and this pic is from my story on the Coast Guard….I did the stand-up on a Coast Guard boat as we sailed down the Chicago River.
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plenty to do….one debate to prepare for – a paper on soccer and how it affects globlization – my four minute news package on traders taking yoga – producing our newsmagazine.
it feels like a lot – but i’d rather do this than work at a job that doesn’t inspire me.
heading back to CA this week for work….my last training day for student workers.
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i was at the news room until 8 last night – working on my script. we watched part of the opening ceremonies on NBC.
and the world was worried Athens wouldn’t be ready…overall – I lovely spectacle…when I was younger, I thought I could have marched in the Winter Olympics…back when I thought I had talent.
and yesterday….after whirlwind of interviews and shooting….I found out somebody died in my dorm….on my floor…just a few doors down.
it was freaky and depressing.
I first heard it was murder. That was enough to call Mark and freak out a bit. Hell – we have muggings on our street and last year – somebody was almost raped under the Northwestern sign, on our street. I considered asking another girl in my program if I could crash at her house for the night.
The dorm held a meeting for the residents – I couldn’t make it. In fact, i was telling my cameraman he was my albi – in case the police had to question me. It’s all legit – just coveirng my bases. Another girl in my program went to the meeting and reported back that it was suicide. Apparently, the girl’s aunt was worried. She hasn’t called home in four days. She asked the dorm to check in on her. That’s when they found out. Not sure when she did it – could have been an overdose.
My friend, just down the hall – said she remembers saying hi to the girl on Sunday. She looked fine.
Called my parents. Asked them to pray for me.
Talked to Mark as I lied in bed….I wondered about ghosts. I felt bad about feeling relieved that it wasn’t murder. Then Mark started this creepy whisper on the phone. This was after I asked him about ghosts. I was creeped out and I got off the phone.
Woke up…started reading some random books….made coffee….a lazy Saturday morning….I’m usually up and at the gym by now….figured I needed to catch up with my reading for my global class….waiting to get my script approved…then I could start editing like a mofo.
Another day. I hope to God that this girl found rest and peace from this world. I hope she’s ok.
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they like to keep it below zero in here…a total contrast to the fire the operators lit inside the el train…i suppose the grey skies translated into cold weather. they should know better. this is chicago. you don’t get what you see.
nippy in here.
just dreaming about being in Europe….walking with Mark down by the Seine seems more real then dealing with the stress of our final projects…i hope i don’t have to do this type of news cast in London. hell no.
ok…back to that el train ride…i thought about stuff that has happened in the last few weeks…let me go backwards
…my resume tape…and being on camera. this quarter – i’ve anchored three times – live shot reporter once – and the arts and leisure reporter once. each time, folks liked how i camera. i hate the camera. i think i look fat. my professor said i had nice make-up and i look natural…i turn away from the camera when i can….it keeps watching me…waiting for me to mess up…and when i start stumbling on the damn teleprompter…well..i stop caring about the show. shit. i hope i don’t get graded on this….my gut tells me that i’m not suppose to be on camera – but other people keep telling me i look good. maybe they think i’m scared and they’re trying to boost my self-esteem. i’m three years older than a majority of the students here – i don’t need the baby talk. i wish people were honest. i’ll try to get a screen capture of one of my anchor tapes and post it. then you’ll see what i mean.
further back…in Oakland – some old lady scampered in front of me at the airport. I was slightly annoyed. I manuvered in front of her and then i felt something trip over my suitcase on wheels. it was that same old lady. but this time, she was on the floor and moaning in pain. she had a huge bump on her forehead and she was clutching her swollen knee cap. she had a fake leg and it looked like it was out of alignment. i felt horrible and i kneeled down – offering any support i could. another old guy was by her side – also a stranger. i asked her if she wanted some water and she thought that would help. i brought some over and she sipped at it. then she cooled her bump with the icy cup. i told her i would pray for her. i felt horrible. i should have apologized….she said thanks for the water. the other guy said i did a good job. i felt horrible. i suck.
now another week before that….i was out shooting for another guy in my class. the cab drove through his neighborhood. he said we should stop by his place and he would make me a burrito…at the time, i thought it was only odd….i was more concerned about getting some cash together to pay the full cab fare. i was looking for an atm machine. hmm…then i remembered another girl in our program had a crush on him…i suspect still does. he was probably just as friendly and suggestive with her. and he has a girlfriend. that got me thinking…what a slime ball…worse than a cocktease. wow…my girlfriend just wants to hook up with a decent guy and he messes with her head like that. it’s jacked up. he so damn slimy with the chicks in this program. and my girlfriend got the signals crossed.
plus he’s the same age as my bro….now that just made me a little sick in my stomach…it’s like incest. no younger guy has any chance with me know…because it would be like a younger brother. ewww. gross.
well…i always bitch to mark that no one seems me as lady out here…but does it really count when that attention is coming from someone who looks like he’d hump anything willing to wear a bra? honestly.