While you don’t have to have been a reporter to teach
journalism, it doesn’t hurt.
Though it was a LONG time ago, I still remember my time at Montgomery
Newspapers in suburban Philadelphia vividly: from the fun assignments like
meeting interesting people for profiles, to the more dry coverage of late-night
town council meetings. But
ultimately, covering education issues made me realize that I really wanted to
teach, and so I went to grad school and put my reporter’s notebooks on the
shelf.
Switching recently from teaching English to journalism has
reawakened a lot of my old love for the trade, especially for the camaraderie
of the newsroom as we work to make the paper perfect, or at least as perfect as
it can be. But until this week, I
hadn’t written an article in over a decade. It feels good to be accountable for articles this week, to
put myself in my students’ shoes.
And I’m rediscovering one of the things I always loved best
about reporting: that it gives you a reason to explore what you don’t know. You
have an excuse to meet with complete strangers and ask them questions. It’s an inquisitive and social process,
a way of keeping tabs on the world around you. Sure the technology has changed (I did my first-ever Skype
interview today, and will do another one tomorrow), but old-fashioned
conversation is still key. Now
that I’ve had a chance to revisit reporting, I have more empathy for my
students, but perhaps some jealousy as well.
Jessica Nassau
Rockville High School
Rockville, MD
Although I've never worked in a newsroom, I'm beginning to understand the love of reporting you describe in your last paragraph. I'm a yerd (yearbook nerd) who is trying to "morph" into a journo/jerd. Writing is our books' week point. It's not the kids fault; I haven't gone looking for the skills I needed to fix that. I thought I had, but already through the Institute I'm realizing I really hadn't.
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