Posts Tagged ‘ Journalism ’
Most of my colleagues who do Rwandan internships tell me that although the experience is valuable, they don’t work very hard. They follow reporters around, they watch radio broadcasts or they attend press conferences and chat with their work colleagues. I could have had an internship like that. But mine is very different[ READ MORE ]
I must be a journalist. At least that’s how I felt when a randomly selected stop on the tube led me right into the heart of journalism in London. I had about a fifteen hour layover – too long to stay at the airport, but not long enough for a real visit. Luckily, my sister [ READ MORE ]
Departure Day minus two weeks. It’s five a.m. and I’m up, showered, and waiting for a skype phonecall. With any luck, this call will determine my plans for the next two months. Pretty important call to be having before sunrise and tea consumption[ READ MORE ]
As a Master of Journalism student, my life has become a sequence of time slots. Twenty minutes for an interview, ten minutes for lunch, five minutes for emails, one minute for a Youtube clip break. I plan out my day on a paper planner filled with boxes, arrows and to do items – all scribbled [ READ MORE ]
