My editor told me I have been putting out more than twice as many stories as the other newsroom reporters and to chill out. So she gave me one assignment for the week, as opposed to the 10 I did last week, and told me to focus on just this one thing.
It is an ethnography of sorts. All the kids in this town hang out in the "P-Lot" so I am going to habg out with them for the next week and write about it. I introduced myself on Friday. Although I wore a joke T-shirt my sister bought me -- black with skull and crossbones -- and jeans, they could tell I wasnt one of them from a mile away. I watched them smoke and make vulgar jokes with each other. It will be ... interesting.
The new intern is here. She is having difficulty structuring her stories. I want to jump in and be the editor since structure is my thing. I haven't. She went to Columbia, which I thought was my dream grad school, but she said it wasnt very good, that the investigative journalism program is new and the students are guinea pigs. Downer.
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