ex-poet, ex-pianist turned reporter

I’ve been slacking. My last blog update was a month ago.

What’s been going on since then?

I had a birthday and turned 23 (exciting). I also accompanied my cousin Rachel to a wedding in Ohio and crashed the event, Vince Vaughn style (way more exciting).

I fell in love…with New York City and Jon Hamm. I love everything about NYC and I spotted Jon Hamm as he came out of a Broadway play. And yes, Don Draper is just as handsome (if not more) in person.

Well, with the fact that my internship ends on Friday, I have been relentlessly applying to job openings.

On top of that, I have been covering a range of stories at work including car accidents, a bomb threat, a Cub Scout day camp and I went on a 2.5 mile hike for story.

My cousin, Andrea came to visit me and we explored mountain towns, drove around listening to music and witnessed the senior citizen nightlife of Hazleton when DJ QB comes to the Timbers Lounge. (Note, those senior citizens out-danced and out-drank everyone there).

Oh yeah, and I accepted a full-time reporting position. I am happy to say that I am looking forward to the challenging atmosphere that the newspaper business brings. Even though I am a young twenty-something, it doesn’t escape me how lucky I am to have a print job in a profession that is becoming more and more digital.

Well folks, that’s where I have been the past month. Here’s to finishing an internship and beginning a career.


People make living, really living, possible

Every so often I have a moment of panic. A moment where I question what I’m doing in life. At the risk of being cheesy and borrowing John Mayer’s lyrics from the song Why Georgia, I wonder if “I’m living it right.”

No one will come out and say it point blank, but most of what you learn in high school and college is pointless. I spent hours taking classes that were hard to pass- statistics, astronomy, poly sci- and had nothing to do with my major and for what? To forget it the week the class ended? Yes of course the things that I learned about my major were very important, and in my job now what I learned in journalism class keeps me from getting yelled at by my editor. 🙂

But one of the most important things I’ve learned with my internship is the REAL importance of college. There were times that I would be worried over a grade and stressed out because I was working two jobs on top of 18 credit hours. I thought I didn’t have time to have fun, but trust me I did.

The importance of my IU experience was watching basketball at Brothers Bar, skipping class (not THAT often) to have a long island at Roys, listening to Main Squeeze at the Bluebird on 15 cent beer night, spending time with my roommates watching Harry Potter movies, using weird accents and drinking ungodly amounts of Polar Pops (the gas attendants knew us), meeting people in class, meeting people at work, going out on a Tuesday or weeknight, and waking up at 8 a.m. on a Saturday to tailgate, even with a horrible football program. The importance of my college experience was meeting the people who can be contacts for my future careers and meeting people who I call my best friends.

Before I left for my internship my editor and I met for coffee. My editor, Gena, is a wonderful woman that is a genius with all things journalism. She told me a story of when she first began working at a newspaper and how she got yelled at for the first time and it stayed with her for 25 years. Every time I’m having a bad day at work I think of her and her story and all of the wonderful advice that she has given me over the past year.

I also turn to my mother. The other day I got an expensive parking ticket and had a long day of reporting and I texted my mom and told her to tell me that everything was okay. She responded and told me that everything was okay, then she told me “Amie, sometimes you just have to say f*** it. In the grand scheme of things, a parking ticket is no big deal.”

Then I turn to my father. He always makes me feel better. He’ll give me advice and then tell me about a similar experience that he went through that will make me feel better. My brother pulls me out of a rut by making me laugh, even when I don’t want to laugh. He makes me laugh when I’m mad, sad, or any other emotion possible.

Growing up is hard. Living in a strange place in a job that you spent four years of class preparing for is hard.  The point of my twenty-something ramblings is that It’s the people that I’ve grown up with and grown to know that help carry me through all of the uncertainty.

When that panic moment hits and I don’t think I’m doing anything right, I turn to my best girl friends from college, my parents, brother, cousins and editor. I turn to the people that remind me why I’m doing what I’m doing. I turn to the people who let me know that working hard will get me there. I turn to the people who help me live right.

Real World Optimism

A lot has happened throughout the past year.  Including the college graduation milestone.  I logged into my wordpress account today for the first time in a few weeks and took a look at the paragraph under my blog domain name.

It reads: “Entering the final lap in my college career before taking a huge (but chic) stride into the unknown.”

I have been applying for jobs and internships vigorously since January. I have also been stressing out about having to finish my last two college credits during the summer, and I now only have three days left of class.  Although what will come in the future is still unknown, things are starting to fall into place. My mother told me that things will work out, and I’m beginning to watch that happen.

Three weeks ago I got offered an internship in Pennsylvania for a newspaper and two weeks ago I accepted the position.  No, I’ve never been to Pennsylvania. No, I’ve never lived out of state for an extended amount of time. No, I’ve never lived ten hours from the place that I have called home for the past 22 (almost 23) years of my life.

I will not, I repeat, I will not let that hold me back.  I plan to move to Pennsylvania in a week and a half and I plan to start working in two weeks. I plan to make that huge (but chic) step into the unknown and I plan to do so with the fresh optimism that only a recent college grad could have.