The past two weeks; journalism and career perspective

Over the last two weeks, I’ve been fortunate enough to get a lot of practical experience in journalism. I’ve gone through the interviews I spoke of in my last blog post, but also accomplished so much more than that. It began a week ago, when I attended a press conference at Laurentian University where the provincial government announced funding for Sudbury’s three post-secondary institutions, you can read my article about it here. It was a great experience to attend such a high profile press conference, which featured John Milloy, Minister of Training, Colleges and Universities, and Minister of Research and Innovation, as well as MPP Rick Bartolucci, and the presidents of the three institutions.
I was also fortunate enough to travel with the Cambrian volleyball teams for the weekend, and cover what it is like to go on the road as a varsity athlete. The article will be available in the new edition of the Shield (which can be picked up at Cambrian College for free, and is being released next week), and you can also read the results from the weekend here. It was a memorable experience to be on the road with the teams, even though I had gone through the experience of being a varsity athlete in the fall. It was much different covering it from the eyes of a journalist, where observation was crucial, and getting into the “zone” for playing was non-existent.
I was fortunate enough to meet several new friends, on both of the teams. There are a lot of quality people on the squads, it was my pleasure to report on their journey, and I hope that our paths cross more often.
The past couple weeks has made me wonder about journalism, and if I could see myself being a journalist as a career choice. Over the long-term, I’m still doubtful. As a short-term career, I think it has a lot of potential. Ideally, I would like to do a couple of years of journalism, finish a master’s degree, work for a post-secondary institution and improve it’s quality of education, and hopefully write a few books. Maybe then I’ll settle down and teach. Nobody knows what the future holds, but I believe mine will be a bright one.

What I am now, is nothing compared to what I will be

The past two weeks have been very important for me. I’ve had the privilege of doing some interviews for articles I’m writing, and I was able to learn a lot of interesting things. I also had the privilege of having a job interview with Laurentian University for their new position of Web and Social Media Marketing Intern. First off, I did not get the job, but was on the short list of candidates.
I would like to speak about a few other things before discussing that.
I had the opportunity to sit down with Chris Mercer, chief of staff of Laurentian University for an interview concerning an article I’m working on. The article will be on College students transferring into University after they are finished at college, primarily. During the interview, we spoke of the directions that Laurentian is going, the social media landscape, and I found out that the job I applied for in December, was still vacant. I was privileged to interview Laurentian President Dominic Giroux, who also informed me about Laurentian’s vision moving forward. In my opinion, there are great things on the horizon for Laurentian University.
Aside from the professional portion of my discussions with them, we were also able to talk on a personal level. It was nice to gain some outside perspective on how my life is going, and on my potential for the future. The support I’ve been given from individuals such as Cambrian’s Irene Nizzero, Laurentian/Fraser Strategies’ Conway Fraser, Laurentian’s Julie Lacroix and Chris Mercer has been overwhelmingly positive. The support from my friends has also been positive, whether I’m speaking of my journalism comrades such as Nic Dugas, Ron Guillet, or Stephanie Daoust; my long-term friends Kyle Chapados, Jay Ceskauskas, and Justin Ceskauskas; or my family, which is to say, mostly Edward, but also my parents to some degree. Thank you all for your support, and for your kind advice.
This brings me to the point of this blog: moving forward from here. Getting rejected is never an easy thing, in life or in love, especially when it’s for a job that one feels they are more than qualified for. My credentials spoke for themselves, and the interview went well, to be modest about it. I have no regrets about trying for the job, or about being rejected for it.
My one issue with an interview like the one I had, is the value of my ideas. I pitched some great ideas about how to get students engaged with the University, what sort of avenues to reach out to students on, and what marketing policies will actually grab people’s attention. The marketing side of things is not my strongest feature, and I’m sure the marketing department already has their own ideas about it. The social media aspect of it all, and the ideas I pitched there, are the point of conflict for me.
During the interview I outlined a communications strategy for connecting with students, and decreasing the divide between the institution and the student body. Several of these ideas should, and I imagine will, be used in some form or another, by the University.
Does that bother me? The short answer is yes. I thought of those ideas, I researched those ideas and I presented those ideas. I will not receive credit for those ideas, thanks for those ideas, or consultation about where those ideas go. Basically, I sat down for a 45 minute interview, expounded a ton of ideas about social media, and ways it can be used to market to students, Then I wrote a half hour test that involved designing a marketing strategy for two separate real-life marketing situations (of which I will not discuss due to the confidentiality I feel the University deserves concerning their interview process). In a nutshell, my ideas were free.
So what bothers me about it? Ideas are common, but good ideas are hard to come by. Some of the ideas I pitched are good ideas. They will allow the University to launch a new marketing campaign using social media, which is an area of true weakness with a lot of post-secondary education institutions in my opinion, and have very real implications for the University. Usually when you bring somebody in to consult you, and give you fresh new ideas, it’s on a paid basis.
Some people may suggest that this is just part of the game of job interviews, but I find that hard to accept. It seems to be a catch 22: if I throw out these great ideas, I increase my chances of landing the job, but If I save them, I definitely will not be hired. It’s a tricky situation, and I don’t think there’s anything that can be done about it in favour of the interviewee. In this case, it felt very much as if I were a student at the institution once more but instead of feeding ideas for free to professors, it was to a marketing department.
All of that being said, I hold no ill will towards the University, and do not feel they’ve acted wrongly in any way, shape or form. This concept is bigger than a single institution, or single interviewee. I enjoyed the experience of walking into a room and being questioned by three individuals who I did not know, about a topic I truly care for. It was wonderful to have the chance to discuss social media, and its importance, with a committee of persons employed by a university which I am fond of.
The first thought that came into my mind when I got the phone call informing me I did not get the job, was my inability to speak and write french fluently. With a bilingual institution like Laurentian, that is a major setback to one’s employment chances I believe.
In this day and age, should it be though? I don’t believe so, and could spend hours arguing the merits of my point, but it is not worth dwelling on that point.
Maybe I just wasn’t good enough. Failure is something a person has to face, and become stronger for facing. I’ve always identified the phoenix as the mythical creature that represents me the best, and now everybody is going to see the truth in my selection. A new fire has been lit, and there will be no stopping it. What I am now, is nothing compared to what I will become.

A Machivellian education?

I recently read an essay in my Advanced Reporting class concerning Machiavellian ethics and journalism. The essay claimed that most American journalists lived by a Machiavellian system of ethics (which is primarily an ‘ends justifies the means’, and ‘success is all that matters’ sort of ethics policy.) I have been thinking about how much of that applies to my current life-style.
So how does this lifestyle apply to being a student? One word: Competition. All of us journalism students are competing against each other, whether we like it or not. We compete for marks, for stories, for contacts, and eventually, for jobs. In the media market, jobs are terribly scarce, which makes competition remarkably high.
I don’t feel any ill will towards my fellow journalism students, in fact I enjoy most of their company thoroughly (Hi Jess(y/ica), Ron, Steph, Nic/k, Joel, Ashlee, Corrine, Alli, Michael, Daniel, Heather, etc, etc, etc), but I realize we are in some unspoken competition. Truth be told, most of us will never be journalists.
Most of us will probably choose another career or go back to school. A limited number of us will hop into the journalism field, and might even make a full career out of it.
Back to the main topic at hand though, Machivellian ethics as they relate to my student life. I always feel like I need to do more with my life. What if I am not doing enough?
I am progressing well through school, working two jobs, playing 4-5 nights a week of sports, keeping up to date on current affairs, keeping my twitter/facebook/linked-in/blog up-to-date, maintaining friendships (as well as most I guess), going on dates rarely, partying occasionally, volunteering for several different groups, and even managing time for reading.
Am I successful enough as a 23 year old student? If you read my resume you will notice; I’ve got my bachelor of art with honours, I’m working on a history degree, I’ve held down several long-term, and varied, jobs, I have done a great deal of volunteering, and I have several diverse skills that makes me (feel) unique.
In the end, I always ask if I am successful, and if I could be doing more. I don’t know the answer. Common sense suggests I may be doing too much, but what am I willing to sacrifice to become successful?
What does it even mean to be successful? I don’t know, but I’m gunning for it.

100th blog post

I’m not usually big on anniversaries, but I felt my 100th blog on this blog-site was worth it’s own post.
This blog has seen it’s fair share of poetry, news, sports, and anything I’ve felt like writing about over the many months and post since it’s creation. The writings on this blog have stalked me, through the best and worst times, since it’s inception.
The solitary portrait of a man hanging on the back of the beast called life.
Life is such an interesting beast. We hold on, as it kicks and bucks. We try not to fall off, but in the End we all fall off.
This begs the most important question: what does everything mean, in the End?
I don’t know. Nobody knows.
The best course of action seems to aim to do what makes you happy, avoid doing harm to others, and try to forget that all good things come to an end.
I hope my blog has touched on the happier moments of life, as well as the sad moments.
Thank you to everyone who has read a post, some posts, or all posts, I hope you feel a connection to me, and to life.
I look forward to writing a hundred more.

Andy

Novelty versus fear and doubt

Why do we all drift away,
from everyone except now-friend;
old friends fading out,
like a train into a tunnel,
never to be thought of again.

Time passes in this way,
for better or worse,
and friendships pass away.

Are we akin to goldfish,
with our flawed memories,
destined to always discover,
a new castle in our fish bowl,
that was there the entire time.

Maybe the thrill of something new,
that feeling of novelty,
whether it be in friends or lovers,
is something we cherish,
in a self-destructive, and broken way.

Maybe it accounts for our failures,
in communication,
in friendship,
and in love.

Maybe fear,
and doubt,
have nothing to do with it.

well, maybe.

I tried to capture it

I could write thousands of poems,
and never pin that down,
even though it never moves or changes.

Every poem I try,
is so close,
but maybe not as close,
as the one before,
but who ever knows.

Abstracts;
always fluid,
never solid.

It escapes the pen,
but not the imagination,
whether it’s success,
love,
happiness,
hatred,
victory,
or defeat.

It is always on the tip of the mind,
and yet, never on the tip of one’s pen.

It isn’t enough to make the reader feel it,
it must jump from the pages,
and claw away your throat,
or I have failed you.

Failure is the feeling one achieves,
when they feel they’ve finally captured,
something worth yelling from the mountains,
only to realize it isn’t quite there at all.

The cycle continues,
poem by poem,
song by song,
and life by life.

Life is lived alone

tonight is one of those nights,
isn’t it?

there’s some deadly feeling of boredom,
hanging around my neck, choking me.

It’s not in what you’ve said,
who you’ve become,
or what you’ve done,
it’s something more.

It’s a feeling that became,
a hurricane of emotions,
never letting up,
with nowhere to take refuge.

I write poems that act as walls,
to protect me from the storm,
but they always fail me,
just as my poems fail you.

You search for something more,
some flame to light your way,
through your darkest moments,
but the light never comes,
and all you see are words,
on a computer screen,
or piece of paper.

Life is lived alone,
despite our best protests.

Love makes us infantile

We all think ourselves experts,
when it comes to love,
as though nobody else has ever,
loved like us,
lost like us,
cared like us.

How foolish,
and infantile,
love makes us.

Like kids in a sandbox,
unwilling to believe,
everyone’s had the same toy,
whether they lost it,
threw it away,
hold onto it,
or haven’t unwrapped it yet.

Just settle

Why don’t you just settle?

Settle for something less,
settle down,
even settle for someone less,
than what you hoped for.

It’s happening in slow-motion,
and I am watching it with a sly grin.

We all say we’d never settle for anything,
and yeah, we’re good liars,
but clearly not good enough.

Your heart knows it,
your friends know it,
your mind just hasn’t caught on,
but it’s whispering,
yeah, baby, it’s whispering.

What happens when the chorus comes along,
and gets stuck in your head?

A perception of failure,
a life of unhappiness,
or once more out to sea;
what will it be?