If you’re wondering what journalism school is like, it goes like this:
You don’t want to harass people, but you’re on deadline, so you have to harass them. You call the expert you wanted for your enterprise piece a third time. Someone tells you she’ll get back to you by the end of the day. Your deadline is at 6pm.
Just when you think you’re going to have to re-work your story because you don’t have the source you were supposed to get, you get a call at 4:53 pm from the CEO you needed – an hour and seven minutes before deadline. You have a mini heart attack. The CEO tells you they have a meeting at 5pm so you have 7 minutes. You finish the interview in 5 minutes with everything you need.
You insert the quotes into your piece and run into the studio to record your narration. You have a sore throat and your voice keeps giving out midway through sentences, so you have to record yourself saying the same thing over and over again 20 times. You get something that’s useable. You want to cry tears of joy. You submit your piece with 15 minutes to spare and get on the train, feeling like you’ve just run a marathon. You also have an insatiable craving for tea.
That’s journalism school in a nutshell – always feeling like you’re going to utterly fail until a source comes through at the last second and saves you and you realize God must be real.