A week has now passed since I started working for the Banner Graphic.
Up to now, I have had to get acquainted with a camera, writer's block and my shyness.
With every photograph I've taken, every caption and story I've tried to get creative with, and with the people I've met thus far, I have had to learn bit by bit how to adapt with those three things.
As I reflect on what I have seen so far as a rookie reporter, I think that I am getting better every day. Prior to being here at the Banner, my only similar experience with journalism goes back to when I wrote for The Bachelor, Wabash's student-run newspaper. I came in with no experience in getting that perfect shot.
I was also a keyboard warrior at Wabash. I wrote impassioned, but ultimately directionless op-eds for the Odyssey online platform, regularly pontificating how I thought the College could better address this issue or that.
I was often stuck in my skepticism. I recollect attending only one fraternity party during my four years, and the mother in me was so revolted that I swore I would never be a part of that scene. My diabetes was a good excuse not to go. I unfairly dismissed others I assumed I could never relate to.
This made me into someone who was not very outgoing.
I think this is a good segue into a thought I had while taking pictures at ParkFest yesterday evening. I kept looking around at everyone else. They were just sitting with their friends and having a drink, while listening to some good live music.
"This is what I've missed," I said to myself.
As I provided in my last blog post, PR is a big part of my job. Being seen is important. Being sociable and in the know is important. All of these go into being a charismatic individual; one who is honest and does right by people.
I took on this challenge knowing that I would have to face up to my shortcomings; to actually get to know the people in my community; to learn new things; and to be more involved.
I believe that these challenges accompany anyone who finds himself trying to thrive in stressful situations, and when he sometimes can find himself in a darker place.
I think that those who make it out better than they were before keep their friends close, and take time out their week for that one beer.