Sicky icky
I don't feel well.
I think it's because I was running around all morning and afternoon yesterday trying to talk to voters at polling booths for the students' union election at school, and I had to go inside and back outside and then back inside again every few minutes. I eventually ditched my coat because it was just too hot inside with it on and I didn't want to be sweating while trying to interview people -- it's better to be approachable than some nasty, sweaty ogre. I walked from the east side of campus to the new business building on the west side of the Eaton Centre. COLD!!!
Only five people let me take their picture. Oh, sure, lots of people would talk to me, but very few wanted their picture in Friday's edition of The Ryersonian. (We have to do a four-week stint there or at the other student paper for print reporting in an effort to get more of our writing published.) One girl said she had too many stalkers already, another said she was too ugly. Most people just said no. Then my editor told me the photos sucked and I needed to get more.
Send out a real photographer then! It takes a while to get used to a camera before you can take perfect pictures.
But I put the finishing touches on the fastest and possibly best article I've written in a while, so that made me feel good. When it goes in the online version of the paper on Friday, I'll post a link to it. Everyone I interviewed was great and got back to me eventually, even if it was at almost 11 p.m. on a Monday night. Even the advertising departments from the Toronto Star, The Globe and Mail and the National Post returned my calls, as well as the office of the president of the university. I felt investigative. Haha.
Oh, crap. I have no idea what I'm going to do for Ron for Valentine's Day. Stupid Hallmark holiday!
I think it's because I was running around all morning and afternoon yesterday trying to talk to voters at polling booths for the students' union election at school, and I had to go inside and back outside and then back inside again every few minutes. I eventually ditched my coat because it was just too hot inside with it on and I didn't want to be sweating while trying to interview people -- it's better to be approachable than some nasty, sweaty ogre. I walked from the east side of campus to the new business building on the west side of the Eaton Centre. COLD!!!
Only five people let me take their picture. Oh, sure, lots of people would talk to me, but very few wanted their picture in Friday's edition of The Ryersonian. (We have to do a four-week stint there or at the other student paper for print reporting in an effort to get more of our writing published.) One girl said she had too many stalkers already, another said she was too ugly. Most people just said no. Then my editor told me the photos sucked and I needed to get more.
Send out a real photographer then! It takes a while to get used to a camera before you can take perfect pictures.
But I put the finishing touches on the fastest and possibly best article I've written in a while, so that made me feel good. When it goes in the online version of the paper on Friday, I'll post a link to it. Everyone I interviewed was great and got back to me eventually, even if it was at almost 11 p.m. on a Monday night. Even the advertising departments from the Toronto Star, The Globe and Mail and the National Post returned my calls, as well as the office of the president of the university. I felt investigative. Haha.
Oh, crap. I have no idea what I'm going to do for Ron for Valentine's Day. Stupid Hallmark holiday!