In the duration of nine months, I would come to know the ethic that is put into the journalistic aspect of my senior topic and the wonderful staff that was kind enough to let me intern at the Claremont Courier.
Upon reflection, I realize that this experience has allowed me to mature as a writer. I learned, that a final draft can be edited countless times because there is more elements and questions within a story than often answered. Yes, there times when the work flow would become rather tedious and I would sit in the parking lot and complain about how much I really did not want to go. There were times when I almost fell asleep on the job and fumbled through my assignments in a dreamlike state. There were days when I simply stated at my word document and asked myself "How the hell am I supposed to interpret these notes and craft them into an article?" Sometimes I cried because trying to balance writing articles for the newspaper and research papers for school was an all consuming process that snuffed the light that was my creative process.
But, there were more days when I rushed to the office or decided to work longer than needed because I loved the feeling that came with sitting at my desk and flipping through my findings. There were days when I would forget time and get caught up in the task that was editing the online calendars, jotting down questions and putting together the little segments (joke in a box and the themed wordsearch) that made up the Claremont Kid's section of the newspaper. There were days when I would come in and Sarah would hand me the newspaper that contained my byline and we'd discuss our ideas for the next issue. There were days when I was eager to be pushed out of my comfort zone and go down to Cal Poly or get the scoop on the low key seasonal menus that slowly began to present themselves in ma and pa shops that made up downtown Claremont.
But in all, my experience was something of importance because it is something that I will cherish.
For most, senior year is the end. It is the event that prepares a student for all the fun that is college. But for me, senior year was a beginning. Senior year has allowed me to supply myself with necessary tools needed to pursue my journey as a writer and for that I will always be thankful.
So thank you, Ipoly. Thank you Mr. Piggot and Mr. Rivas for helping me formulate my EQ. Thank you Mrs. Ortega for answering my millions of questions, for being there when I was unsure of myself. Thank you Marissa Jasso for your beautiful pictures and accompanying me on my assignments. For all those wonderful pep talks. Thank you Isabella Grello for driving me around and staying up late to look over my PowerPoints and Word documents, for reminding me that I can't give up because I've got a lot of people to prove wrong.