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Why I left Journalism… or did I?

I have my BS in Journalism. The degree hangs on my office wall. It’s signed by Robert Gates… you know him. Secretary of Defense Robert Gates. Yup… he handed me my diploma. Told us if we looked to see if it was REALLY in our tubes at graduation they would disappear… CIA kinda stuff. You probably had to be there to find that funny.

I did good in my J-School classes. I’d have to pull my records now, but I think I pulled a 3.5 or 3.8 in them. Either way, I did good. I just loved the style of writing. I had gotten good at it back in high school, and college further perfected it. I think my favorite exercise was writing my own obituary. Morbid, perhaps, but it was fun to imagine where I wanted to go and what I wanted to be before I die.

I took a year “off” before I pursued a job in journalism. I got offered two jobs, opting for the one closer to home. A weekly newspaper… perfect for getting my feet wet. I was writing, taking pictures, editing and even a little designing. I had my own column (award winning!) which was my favorite thing ever.

I was there for about a year and a half. I hate to say it, but I just got burnt out. Perhaps it was the pace of the small town, or perhaps I was just doing too many things to really settle into one as my niche. No matter what, I was ready to move on and take the next step. Whatever that may be.

I can’t remember if I’d already resigned my position, or if I was about to, when I was sent to cover a car accident. Just before Christmas, I pulled up to the scene and saw… well. It was bad. I could hear a child crying from the crumpled, twisted car. And what did I have to do?

I had to take pictures of the scene. I had to try to get information. I watched as a life fight helicopter landed nearby. I felt like a vulture. I called my soon-to-be-fiance-but-I-didn’t-know-that-then, practically having a meltdown. Christmas. A child. Family member hurt. Life flight. Taking pictures. I felt dirty. I felt sick to my stomach. I realized that moment, my “career” as a journalist either wasn’t meant to be, or I would at the very least have to find a different route.

Since that day, I’ve had one other job opportunity at a newspaper here in Middle Tennessee. If I recall, it was a very similar position to the one I had before. I think I was the front runner based on my qualifications, to be honest. Heck, I didn’t even apply… they called ME based on my resume that was posted out on a journalism jobs site.

But in the interview, it just didn’t feel right. At this point, I can’t even remember if I was actually offered the job, but I know I never went to work there. And the state of the journalism industry today, I sometimes think that was just as well. Chances are, I would have been let go within the year — last in, first out sort of thing — as newspapers struggle to stay afloat.

All this said… I do still love the essence of journalism. I’ve been ashamed of my industry at times, but I still love being in the know and decimating whatever information I may have or learn. If I let myself, I can become a news junkie with ease. Twitter has been a wonderful resource for me to get my “newsie fix.”

And my blog… Well, this blog has become what my column was back in the day. The approach I took in that column is the same approach I take to every blog post. I won an award for my column, and I hope some day, maybe, my blog will receive recognition as well. I don’t write for the recognition, though. I write for the deep love and passion I have for it. It’s a personal satisfaction and, I like to think, natural talent for it.

If I were offered a job in the journalism field today… I’d probably take it. I’m not actively going to pursue it, but if the right offer came to me, chances are I’d take it. Because it IS still in my blood.

However, the chances of that are pretty slim these days, so I get my “fix” via Twitter and my blog. And that works for me. I’m not settling… I am constantly striving to find another way to make it better. To improve on my skills and trade. Because at the end of the day, even though I don’t work at a newspaper or TV station, I never left Journalism.

Never have. Never will.

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  1. June 29th, 2011 at 09:26 | #1

    I also have a B.S. in Journalism. However, I decided not to pursue a job at a newspaper when I was a junior/senior. I was taking Editing, which I loved, and my professor was a journalist. I don’t remember if he worked for the Tennessean or just the DNJ, but when he described his work week… yeah I knew I didn’t want to be *that* involved in any job.

    I wanted to find a job where I was writing more for websites, and ended up working for a lawyer downtown until I couldn’t handle the hell hole anymore. Now I’m in nursing school, and it feels right. Still, there are days I miss writing.
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    • July 4th, 2011 at 00:23 | #2

      I had no idea you has a BS in Journalism! Glad you have found your niche in nursing!! Who knows, maybe one of these days you’ll combine nursing and writing in some fashion. I think if there is anything I want to go back to school for, its photography. I think deep down, I’ve loved it for years and I wish I’d listened to that love sooner. But… oh well. Baby steps, I suppose.

  2. Anne
    July 3rd, 2011 at 12:38 | #3

    As a journalism degree holder too, I’m glad I didn’t pursue magazines or newspapers when I graduated. Teaching fell into my lap, I fell into teaching, and I never looked back until last summer. I’d love to be a copy editor for a publishing firm… maybe… I still have a whole lotta life ahead of me, God willing, so maybe that’s a future thing. :)

    • July 4th, 2011 at 00:27 | #4

      YES! There is still plenty of life left to do the journalism and editing thing. I still periodically look at the Thomas Nelson job board. They are literally 10 minutes from my house, and I could go to work there. Would probably love it, to be honest! So… we will see. Time will tell.

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