I HAVEN’T POSTED IN AGES! I’ve been so busy with music festival season, work at the salon, and my new internship at Om Records that I’ve neglected my web life! I’ve been having a blast, from Coachella to planning for my trip to NYC next month, and balancing it all with some introspection and thoughts toward the future.
I’m in my last semester of college, and I’m enrolled in an internship class where my professor supports us in our job hunt, while also offering a realistic portrait of the dismal life after college. As a journalism student, job prospects look a bit disheartening for those who went into the field hoping for a traditional career. I’m happy to say that was never a part of my plan. At this point, I’m not entirely sure why I decided going to college was necessary at all. I must have really longed for eternal debt and high stress during the best years of my youth.
Last week, we had guest speakers and journalists Carl Hall and Kat Anderson come in to the classroom to tell us all about the horrors we have to face upon graduation. No health care! No steady jobs! They shared their guild for freelance journalists, which would theoretically build a network and yield the power for freelancers to demand these basic needs.
While giving me anxiety, this lecture also reminded me why I should look toward my other talents upon graduation and be creative as hell. All I kept thinking throughout the entire presentation was “WHY DO HUMANS INSIST ON DOING THE SAME THING WITH DECLINING RESULTS?” Medical care wouldn’t be so important if Americans stopped eating jelly donut cheeseburger combos. Do I really want to spend that much energy delaying my eventual demise? Blessed with good general health, couldn’t I prevent most of my concerns with healthy living? Clearly, throughout the lecture my mind zoomed out and took a look at the big picture. I know I’m doing a horrible job relaying any of the useful information that was presented, but none of it really applied to me.
*Fast forward to me, 80 years old, broke as hell, dying a painful death without any loved ones or medical support*
I did learn this much from the lecture: Green journalists need to do three things to get paid
- Refuse to work for free. Your words are worth money. Doing anything for free cheapens the entire field.
- Join the guild. Drink the Kool-Aid.
- Be happy and kind to everyone you meet and someone’s eventually going to like you enough to pay you to do what you’re supposed to be good at, right?
Ok, I made some of that up. But I think my professor has these different guests come in knowing some people are going to benefit from their presentation more than others (she’s a smart lady). Did I actually get something out of this? Yes. Kat and Carl are doing what they can to protect something that is important to them, and that they believe is important to society. I remembered why I used to write as an enthusiastic and impassioned teen, before it was an assignment. I remembered why I wanted to go to college. I remembered why I wanted to be a journalist. I need to zoom out on my own life, and go back to using my strengths to make a positive change.